Happy birthday, Lizard.
(Walter placed a plate of creme puffs in front of her.)
Wait, it's her what?
Fuck, uh, shit.
Relax Chief, she barely told anyone. Or anyone at all, really.
Sweets! Ehm. I, we never did much on my birthdays growing up. I was busy, mother was busy. I was a secret. We kept it small.










