You could have asked me to make something, you know. For today, of all days. [She's not outstanding, but Winter could easily have prepared small things for this. It's important, after all.]

The, ah. The slime is kind of weird with this, though. That seems dangerous. [Stepping daintily around fallen pseudo-snacks, she works her way closer to Lazarus, smiling faintly.] Everything all right? No terrible surprises?