He glares down at the wolf, but everything's a little - softer. "These are chocolate!" He shakes his head, tempted to sit and run his fingers through fur, but he wants to be angry a while longer. "I'm so mad at you," he tells him. "And I hate her for this, Warren. I'm not singing to her anymore. She's just - one more thing that stands between you and your deal."

He picks up a ruined cupcake and watches it crumble in his fingers. "So she needs to learn how to read on her own."

He finally does sit down, leaning his head against the counter. "Happy anniversary. And two weeks after her birthday - what a joke."