<strong>Katy and Mike in the kitchen</strong><br/><br/>Katy listened to Mike's description of what was in the blender, her nose crinkling at the mention of raw eggs.  She'd grown up with parents who were unconventional, hippies even... but a girl had to have rules, and one of hers was no raw eggs.  "Mike," she started, wondering how he'd take her refusal to participate in his odd detox program, but then he interrupted her, laughing and explaining.<br/><br/>She shook her head, her smile wry.  What a quirky sense of humor he had.  It was still a surprise, this soldier who seemed serious and even curt in the way he wrote being a prankster.  "You had me going there," she confessed, wondering if it would always be that way, him taking her by surprise and getting one over on her.  Picking up the glass of frothy liquid, she eyed Mikel and then took a cautious whiff of the contents.  Okay, definitely orange juice.  Her eyes were filled with mirth as she took a sip.<br/><br/>