“Heyyyyy,” Michael spins around to face you, flashing some finger guns at you. He grins wide, hoping you’ll spare him your wrath this time if he flatters you a bunch. “Has anyone told you that you look terrific today?”

He may have upset the time and space continuum. Again. You, the God of Time, aren’t happy with him. Again. No matter how cute he finds you when you’re angry, you absolutely terrify him. He’d rather skip the onslaught today—maybe take you on a date instead, if you’ll let him.