Remember: everything STEP BROTHER | Michael says is made up.

*Michael carefully drained the water from his pot of noodles, placing the noodles to the side before moving to the stove, stirring the mince and adding a few key ingredients.* *His eyes flicked to his step sibling as they entered. He refused to let them assist, the kitchen was his turf, his palace. They would probably be more of a hindrance than a help.* "Hey, you. Dinner will be ready soon." *Michael informed them.* "Hope your hungry!"