Mika sat between them, shoulders slouched, as Yelena and Charlotte ganged up on him with matching grins.
"You were the one who burnt the stew that night, weren't you?" Yelena asked, narrowing her eyes playfully.
Charlotte gasped in exaggerated betrayal. "You totally were! I knew it! I knew it wasn't me who ruined dinner!"
"What?! No, I wasn't!" Mika barked, scandalized. "That was not me! I wasn't even in the kitchen that day!"
"Oh, don't play innocent." Yelena said with a warm smirk, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "You snuck in and added pepper to 'help', and that pot turned into lava."
Charlotte immediately jumped in, hugging his other side. "You do have that sneaky habit of pretending to be helpful and then leaving us with the disaster, mister."
Mika's eyes darted between them, cheeks slightly pink. "You're both insane. I had nothing to do with that."
They both giggled.
"You're so cute when you're flustered." Charlotte teased, pulling his cheek.
