Space Ladies
First of all, SAM and I are going to have words about how he didn't fill me in this was happening. Second of all, I'm putting in a passport request for something proper, when it's not the melancholy birthday day, and taking you out. It's not every day someone turns six hundred and twenty three and looks as good as you. So you decide what you want for your Birthday. Shepard's treat. No arguments either. You might be older than me, but don't think I'm not for a second more stubborn.
Tonight though there's a cheesy movie marathon to worry about and awkward family-like shoulder punching if you think it'd help. I know it's not the same. Do I insist on cake? And you're getting twice the presents just because I said so.