Since it was December and you were in NYC,

The second you walked in the lair, you melted from how warm it was…Mickey was sitting on the counter, seemingly waiting for something, most likely pizza. He looked at you and grinned, waving slightly.

But before he could say anything, you had hugged him

“Calm down, angel cakes…just cause I look all hot and attractive, doesn’t mean I’ll stay warm. Turtles are cold blooded, I think, I overheard Donnie say that”