Michael rummaged around before he found a cup and poured himself a glass of water. Turning around, he leaned against the counter and watched as Theodore threw away a pile of hair. “Thank you.” He took a sip, staring at the clear liquid as he did.<br/><br/>As Theo mentioned food, Michael perked up. “Can I get a cheeseburger? With lots of onion and pickles? And fries with ketchup and extra salt.” Michael had been dying for a burger for weeks now. It had been a gift promised to him in exchange for good behavior, but it seemed no matter how well he behaved he had never gotten a chance to get his hands on a cheeseburger.<br/><br/>Finishing his water, Michael rinsed and cleaned the cup; drying it off and putting it away. “I’m sorry, I should focus on what you want to eat too. Where did you want to eat? I’m not picky, really. I can settle for anything as long as it’s edible.”