Faelan took in Sirius' slightly hopeful expression, and thought of ice cream and butterbeer and his housemates sitting around the kitchen with him because it was his birthday, and he couldn't help but feel warm inside. The match was quite enough of a present, and he didn't want anyone feeling like they had to spend their entire day and night with him, but he knew Sirius well enough to know that he, at least, wouldn't offer if he didn't mean it.
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Yeah, okay. That sounds really good." He gave a small smile. "Thanks."