She shan't clamber into his lap and kiss him the way she wants to, as there's food arrayed between them and she isn't interested in crumbs getting ground into these nylons. Her expression, though, makes her desire clear, even as she reaches for some cheese and bread instead of for him. "When is your birthday?" she asks, frankly a little surprised that it's not come up yet, and then, "If it's genuinely my birthday, Christmas mustn't be terribly far off. Had you a custom of exchanging gifts on Christmas yet, back in Camelot, or is that a newer invention?"