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Mike is in his element: Surrounded by happy family.
It doesn't matter that he's elbow-deep in dishwater with a stack of plates and flatware nearly taller than he is to his left, his family is here and safe and happy, and that's all that really matters.

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"Side effects of sharing brain space."

Even when watching Mike go back to the living room, Sallie knows the conversation isn't over.

"Xiexie, by the way - 's fun to see everyone here. Keep Mike and Splinter in line, anyway."

"Can you really ever share a brain with someone that ain't got one?"

Raph casts a glance over one shoulder to make sure Mike continues fully back into the living room, before he crosses his arms across his chest and leans on the doorframe.

"Oh? The ol' man been pickin' up where I left off an' causin' trouble?"

"Splinter? Nah."

Hard not to blush a little bit, all of a sudden.

"Nothing I can't handle."

"....uh...."

Sallie isn't the only one who's going to blush a bit here. The tips of Raph's ears begin to go pink.

"I...I'm sure."

Sallie just laughs at the stutter. Oh Raph. Watch out or Sallie might pinch your cheek.

Eventually though, things quiet down considerably at Sallie's (and Splinter's) place, so she calls out Mike? Wanna finish our conversation?

Do you?

Think it might be best. Your place or mine? Your ba is out.

You should come here, that way I can have a shotgun and a snifter of brandy ready and on hand.

...

Oooh, and I'll need a rocking chair too...

Ugh. This is going to get uncomfortable.

Two minutes later, Sallie is at Mike's door, pausing before walking in.

Inside the room, ensconced on the Love Sack sits Mike. In one hand is a Looney Toons tumbler of fruit punch complete with crazy straw, and by the other is a Supersoaker-style water rifle.

He waits.

All that image elicits is one hand ending up on Sallie's hip.

"Bad time?" Is all she starts off saying.

"Hmm?" he says, raising an eyebrow. "Oh no no, please. Come in. I've been expecting you."

"I just wanted to talk to you a bit. Felt like we didn't get a chance to finish up earlier."

The enormous bag Mike uses as furniture puts Sallie off now and then. Today she toes off her shoes and sits down near Mike's perch.

"What did you think about what. I told you?"

The red punch dances through his crazy straw as Mike pauses to take a sip.

"What? Oh about you making an honest man of my father?"

Now he's just playing with her.

Sallie can tell, and she's none too pleased with it. At least one of us is havin' fun here, I suppose.

"Always hated that phrase."

It's nothing Sallie talks about overmuch, but the whole making something 'honest' never worked out well in her world.

"It never really made a whole lot of sense to me either, but...after I while I just sort of stopped trying to make sense of people things. It was easier to just move on ahead."

He takes one final sip from his straw before holding the glass out for Sallie.

"Want some?"

Sallie nods, coming over to take a swig.

Eventually, "I haven't talked to him about any of this. Not really. So there is probably nothing for you to worry about."

"A. Who says I'm worried. And 2. Why not? If you don't mind me asking?"

Both valid questions. Neither are easy.

"The first was more an assumption, then? And the second...some awkward-ass mix o' uncertainty and concern for looking a gift horse in the mouth."

"Well...it's not an incorrect assumption, but...let's not dwell on that, and instead move into correcting your use of animal analogy. Gift rat in the mouth."

"That is maybe not the point, you think?"

"It could be?"

Right?
Ehhh?

Okay, fine.

"You think he'd say, No?"

"Of course."

Or that he wouldn't understand why I would even ask.

"I couldn't see him saying, No to you, but I can totally see him being confused as all get out. I mean, it's not like he doesn't understand the whole concept, right? Shen and Yoshi were married, and what with all the Soaps he watches.

I just think he'd be weirded out by the level of normal involved."

Glod knows I am.

"We invent our own normal.

"I know that he would understand the concept. But he can't be beholden or somethin', sayin' yes without meaning to and such."