Michael waved a whisk in Padma's direction. "We were in school, 'course no one were gonna be happy about that. Now, though. What's not t'be chipper about? 'm having breakfast with two of my favorite girls, and Lav... you gotta give her, what, proper incentive? S'all." He left off sifting flour and baking powder to go check the fridge again, pausing to tweak one of Lavender's braids.
"You'll be all right, Padma," he said confidently. "England's shit right now, but. We have strawberries. Good?" He lifted the carton out and raised his eyebrows at her, waiting for her approval or lack thereof.