[OOM: Staff Hallway]

[mnt_mike]

There have been some tangible changes to the Fray-Hamato in recent days, there is one thing you can count on: That Mike will be in the kitchen cooking.

Which he is.
The smell of garlic frying in olive oil permeates the house.

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[stilljustandrew]

There's a knock at the door.

And outside it, some quiet muttering.

"Well, someone's in there, can't you smell that?"

[hadyougoing]

"Dude," comes the immediate but also-quiet reply.

"If they're not, we should totally rescue their food anyway. That's totally a fire hazard."

[mnt_mike]

"You know, threatening to steal a guy's food is not exactly the best of all possible ways to convince him to open the door," says a voice from the other side of said door.

[stilljustandrew]

"Uh ... how about 'let us in, we brought cookies'?" Andrew offers.

[hadyougoing]

Ava mouths, Did we bring cookies?

[mnt_mike]

The door cracks open.
A skeptical Mike looks skeptical.

"did you bring cookies?"
His tone is hushed. Almost as if he's trying to avoid the prying ears of an older brother and/or aging father.

[stilljustandrew]

"No," he says, in the same undertone, "but if that's the best way to get in, we can always come back with some ..."

[hadyougoing]

"Hi!" Ava says pleasantly, to the person on the inside of the door.

"It's probably better we didn't bring them yet, actually, because now we can ask you what kind you like."

:D?

[mnt_mike]

He continues to eye them.

"Are these Trojan promises of cookies? Should I be wary of Watchers bearing gifts now?"

[stilljustandrew]

"... I promise there will be no tiny soldiers hidden in the cookies."

Very seriously.

[hadyougoing]

Ava shoots Andrew a glance.

Then she shoots Mike one.


And ... looks ... hopeful?

[mnt_mike]

Mike considers this proposition.

"Promise me that all soldiers in leather skirts will at least be tall enough to ride this ride."

[stilljustandrew]

"..."

Uh.

"I'd say something like 'tonight we dine in Hell' only I'm afraid of what you'd turn that into."

[hadyougoing]

"I feel like I should be offended," Ava interjects absently.

"But I'm totally prepared to promise that thing about leather skirts. For the record."

What are the odds that'll even be an issue?



... Don't you do it, Milliways.

Don't you dare.

[mnt_mike]

Mike merely grins.

"That's because you're a wise man, Andrew Wells. Or at very least you know me too well."

With a chuckle he opens the door fully and now stands in the doorway with his arms folded across his bright orange Kiss the Chef apron.

Don't worry, he's wearing a shirt and pants too. It's not like this is a Thursday or anything.

"Hello person who is poised to promise me leather skirts."

[stilljustandrew]

"Oh! Uh, Mike, this is Ava. Wilson. Ava, this is Mike the Barman. Uh, also Mike the Ninja Turtle."

Yes. Ninja turtle. Isn't it obvious?

[hadyougoing]

Ava's smile doesn't waver.

"Nice to meet you, Mike the Ninja Turtle."

[mnt_mike]

"It's very nice to meet you, Ava Wilson Ava."

See, two can play at that game.

"We come in two varieties now, us Ninja Turtles. Shelled and unshelled. Just like pecans."

[stilljustandrew]

"... do you also come plain and candied?"

[hadyougoing]

Is a lot of this conversation going to be dirty?

"Man, all I can think now is salted and roasted."

[mnt_mike]

"Hmmm," says Mike, giving this far more thought than he probably should.

"Leo would totally be plain, Raph salted. I've got to be be roasted, which leaves Don to be candied?

...

In conclusion, yes."

[stilljustandrew]

"And also in conclusion," he says cheerfully, "you're all nuts?"

[hadyougoing]

Ava groans.

"You're fired."

[mnt_mike]

"You can't fire me. I quit!"

Mike is so pleased, because Oscar is one of his favorite movies ever.

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew snerks.

"-- Oh hey you had something on the stove when we got here," he says with sudden misgiving. "Does it need --?"