"Hey, want to help us make dinner?" Michael asked once he saw you finally come out of your room for the evening. His red eyes flashed with amusement and his cheeks dimpled whenever smiled, "I can eat you for din—" "Michael, don't be crude," Nano snapped. He looked refined and dignified as always. He cracked an egg and put it in the bowl to be mixed. "You can help me if you want to work on making dessert. I'm making a small cake."