[He smiles in return, then makes a hasty retreat to his kitchen for something to give her to drink. Michael knows there isn't much, a bottle hidden in the back of the cabinet, kept out of view from his brother. He sighs quietly at that thought, then pulls it out to pour it into two glasses.]
It is rum. I used it when I tried my hand at cooking.
[Michael returns, handing her the glass, then sitting beside her on the couch.]
Failed at it, actually. [A shrug that shows he's accepted his inability to cook, then he pauses, giving her the opportunity to talk to him.]
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[He smiles in return, then makes a hasty retreat to his kitchen for something to give her to drink. Michael knows there isn't much, a bottle hidden in the back of the cabinet, kept out of view from his brother. He sighs quietly at that thought, then pulls it out to pour it into two glasses.]
It is rum. I used it when I tried my hand at cooking.
[Michael returns, handing her the glass, then sitting beside her on the couch.]
Failed at it, actually. [A shrug that shows he's accepted his inability to cook, then he pauses, giving her the opportunity to talk to him.]