After a moment of expected disaster and embarrassment in the elevator, Micky mercifully left the siblings alone, so Misha and Joey headed toward the cafeteria.
"So, this is the company cafeteria, Joey," Misha proudly announced.
"I can tell," Joey responded, dryly.
"Isn't it fabulous?"
"Well, even my university has a cafeteria," the brother shrugged.
Determined to impress, Misha grabbed Joey by his wrist and rushed him in, then ta-da-ed at the long array of different food on offer.
"There are so many things to choose from, you see? And they change EVERY DAY!"
"Well, they do look better than ones at the university, I give you that."
"Since you've come all the way here, I'll treat you to lunch," Misha puffed her chest out, her hands on her hips.
"I'm not hungry. Can we just grab a drink or something and talk?"
Misha was a little disappointed at missing out on the chance to show off, but her ears twitched upon hearing the word 'drink.'
"Come here then."
