If the stranger is basing his guess that this is a birthday party solely on the fact that it's a small get-together, Reid supposes he understands; but there's the distinct smell of turkey in the air, and the spread of stuffing and sides and pie on the other guests' plates is very visible from where they're standing so he just offers an small, amused smile and slight shake of his head.

"Just an early Thanksgiving celebration," he says. "We don't have cupcakes, but we do have pie. If you're a friend of Hild's, you're welcome to stay for the food, we've got plenty left to go around." Luke will eat whatever's leftover, likely by the end of tomorrow, but they're not actively planning on saving the food for themselves.

"I'm Spencer, by the way, this is my apartment. Well..." He scans the room for his boyfriend then briefly points Luke out before. "Mine and his. Can I get you a slice of pie?"