[There is so little orange and so much cream cheese and butter, but if this is for April and him, he's going to take them both into account. There is slightly more zest than he'd go for himself, if only because he knows his stomach can handle a little more. He's not a weenie. Hasn't been roasted yet.]

The powers that be saw it fit to change what I've had ever since I got here the first time. [Will is really good at beating, go figure.] I made myself a batch of highly lethal pancakes and downed them with a glass of milk and strychnine. Never had a fruitier bunch of pancakes. Went through about an hour of stomach cramps, sweating, nausea. But, as you can see, I'm standing on both feet, too.

[He avoids the quite healthy part, refuses to go there after what he's just said. It could be argued that his methods are the opposite of healthy, and purporting that they are normal, or right, or healthy shows a startling lack of clarity, self-awareness, and general mental well-being. So he removes that entirely. And he's already told Chilton his new skill, why wouldn't he pass that along to Mary? She's a friend. She can be trusted.

She better believe that Will finds her trustworthy, Goddamnit.]