She laughed bashfully and shook her head, brushing her bangs away from her face before she went to wash the tool off in the sink. "I don't know about that. But that's how I made sure if my foster dad came into the kitchen when I was working on making a sandwich, he wouldn't see me using the bananas. He was kind of freakishly obsessive over produce, but only when she caught anyone else eating it. If it just mysteriously vanished, he didn't really care. If he came in when I was making a sandwich, all I would need to do is put the banana back up and hope he didn't notice. Oh. Um. Just put the slices on the bread and then squish the bread together, peanut butter facing itself. And that's a peanut butter banana sandwich."
Michelle then got out a couple glasses and the milk and chocolate syrup, opening and closing the fridge door as quietly as possible, and made them both chocolate milk.