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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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"I don't even need to get the reference to know that was odd as hell."

It makes for a good laugh though, and a good distraction.

"...Wanna get back to washin' up?"

Mike turns, gazing at the stack of dishes yet to be rinsed, let alone washed. He whimpers.

"...yes?"

Sallie thinks for a second about her options. If she takes over, then Mike can go find other things to be distracted about, and --

"Nah, I can get it done. Go, everyone's back out in the sittin' room."

He begins to untie the apron from around his waist.

"Ooooh, and if Splinter's not in the room I can totally give the guys a heads up that you'll be coming to ask for his hand..."

He's kidding.

Probably.

"Oh my god, Mike, I will filet you like a fish if you so --- "

There is laughing. OH how there is laughing.
There's also leaping straight up into the air, catching the very top of the cabinets, and ninjing his way towards the kitchen door so as to avoid being smacked by Sallie in the process.

He hopes.

Neither the laughing, nor Mike's attempted escape from the kitchen goes unnoticed by the family in the next room.

"I got this."

Raph appears in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Everythin' okay in here?"
There's genuine concern in his voice for Sallie.
Less so for Mike, who he unceremoniously pulls down from the ceiling, causing the smaller man to land in a heap on the floor with a rather emphatic ooof.

Sallie always knew she liked Raph for a reason.

"Better now that cooler heads are prevailing, thank you."

Please don't, Mike. Please? We can talk later about this if needs be.

Raph looks confused at first.
No one has ever accused him of having a "cooler head", let alone that cooler head prevailing at anything.

Mike notices his brother's expression and snickers.

I think you broke his brain.

Raph doesn't need to know exactly what Mike is thinking to know exactly what that laugh of his means. Which is why he lifts up a foot and threatens to kick until the baby of the family scurries into the living room.

"No problem. See he finally got to you, huh?"

"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?"