<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/936full-clara-alonso.jpg)</div>As Finnick dug into the candy she brought him, she smiled,<strong>”Don’t spoil your dinner.”</strong>It was mostly a joke because she wasn’t worried about him not eating what she cooked. It was awfully nice of Sebastian to come help, though she suspected that would stop as he got more settled in. And realized how she could be with certain things. Everything had a proper place and Mikayla couldn’t help herself if things were out of order. She could be a bit obsessive about it, actually. But she smiled, chuckling lightly at the new man’s words,<strong>”Don’t go spoiling me too soon.”</strong>she teased. The singer picked up the items he emptied from the bags, placing them in their proper place in the cabinets, labels all facing out, easily readable. Okay, maybe she was more than a little obsessive.<br/><br/>A sigh of relief escaped her lips as their new roommate commented on not being a picky eater.<strong>”Oh good! That will make things so much easier.”</strong>Finnick could be a bit picky sometimes, but she knew what he liked and they had similar tastes, so it was hardly an issue. It was one of the many reasons it was so easy for them to live together. She supposed not every set of twins had the close relationship they did, but she figured it helped that they weren’t identical. With all the groceries put away, she looked over to her brother when he spoke up. Ground rules? She paused a moment, looking to Sebastian as he piped up. Shaking her head,<strong>”No, no, it’s a perfectly reasonable question.”</strong>It wasn’t something she had ever thought about, since she and Finny had lived together forever. They knew each other’s quirks. It was part of the reason Finnick left a lot of the cleaning and such to her, because she was like to go behind him and ‘fix it’, even if it was really fine. She just didn’t want to scare Sebastian away with too many… ‘rules.’<br/><br/>Mikayla turned, pulling out a pan for the potatoes, then grabbing a knife. They would take the longest, so she wanted to get them started. She could chop and talk at the same time.<strong>"I wouldn't say there are too many rules. We both pitch in for groceries and share everything, since we can continue to do if you are okay with. I usually do the shopping. And the cooking... And the cleaning."</strong>She paused and sidestepped over to her brother, throwing a gentle elbow his way.<strong>"What is it you do again?"</strong>It was obvious by her tone she meant the words in jest. Finn brought in more cash than she did, with the modeling and the bar tending, and since she could be a bit more... Particular, when it came to the way things were done, she didn't mind in the slightest. She grinned, her gaze moving back to Sebastian, as she stepped back in front of the potatoes.<strong>"I don't mind the cooking and clean and sort, cause I like things a certain way. You are welcome to help with any of the chores, if you want, but it's not that important. The only thing I ask Finnick to do is take out the trash, so you can fight over who does that when it's needed."</strong>Again her tone was playful. She was serious about the trash, but she didn't care who did it as long as it got done.<br/><br/><strong>"As far as guests are concerned, just let us know if you want to have someone over, and we will do the same. No one wants to walk out in their undies and see a stranger at the coffee pot, right Finnick?"</strong>Her tone teasing. They had been there, and boy was it unpleasant! Well, not really. Mikayla had been quite embarrassed when she had emerged from her room, yawning and her hair a mess, in just a t-shirt and boy shorts, to find one smoking hot babe in her kitchen, who wore far less than she. That man had had one fine body and she was certain she was dreaming. Of course, things made a lot more since when her brother strolled out. She turned back, staying in her room until the guy was gone. She wasn’t<em>that</em>upset by the whole ordeal, but they had agreed that to tell each other if they were bringing someone home for the night from that point forward. The subtle sound of chopping accompanied her words as she went over what immediately came to her mind. She paused, looking up briefly as if trying to find her next words on the ceiling. She shook her head,<strong>”I can’t really think of anything else at the moment.”</strong>She deferred to her brother than, asking,<strong>”Can you?”</strong>Then her hazel eyes were back on Sebastian,<strong>”And of course if you have any questions or concerns of your own,please feel free to voice them.”</strong>