"That actually sounds really fascinating," Michael said to Sophia. "Very Ravenclaw, huh? How do you get a job like that?" If he had to work outside of music--and he probably would, if he ever wanted to move out of his parents' house, unless 1792 took off the way Camile seemed to think it would--a job learning all kinds of random things sounded right up his alley.
Michael had seen Renata approach and was about to greet her when she put her hands over Roger's eyes. Obviously she didn't want to be betrayed, so Michael covered his mouth, laughing, and quickly turned to the table where he scooped up a devil's egg to stop up his mouth until such time as Renata would choose to reveal herself.