"I'm not that great at cooking but I know how to make a pretty mean sandwich," Michelle said as she stood. "I'll make you a peanut butter banana sandwich, they're really good." It wasn't exactly true - she knew how to cook fairly decently - but she'd spent so much time with ungratefulness that she had an issue about the food she made. Nothing she made was good, and she knew it.
She uncurled herself from the spot in front of the couch and stood, brushing off the crumbs of granola that had gotten on her shirt and her pants, and she looked over at Zev with a small smile. "I'll even make you some chocolate milk, provided Artie has any chocolate syrup."