“Of course I didn’t catch the oven on fire,” Michael scoffs with a forced laugh. “That could’ve been anyone.”

Except for the fact it’s only you two who live here. He hadn’t been planning on accidentally destroying his penthouse and being forced to live with you. Here he is, though, your roommate.

Skeets had been trying to give him directions on how to bake brownies for you. Michael was trying to be nice, but now your oven’s ruined and you’re probably mad at him. Great.