<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/936full-clara-alonso.jpg)</div>It was quite obvious from their banter and teasing the twins were rather close. Some folks might have thought it was odd they still lived together at this age, but it worked well for them, and truth be told, Mikayla wouldn’t have it any other way. She loved her brother very much and she sort of felt he would be lost without her; he was so laid back, so wasn’t sure anything would ever get done. But then, she relied on him as much as he did her. She needed him to counterbalance her sometimes… Okay, most of the time, otherwise serious nature. The rules conversation seemed to be going smoothly, though, Sebastian not seeming to have any issues with the things either twin said. Mikayla had nodded at Finnick’s words about privacy, but she didn’t voice any more on it. Sebastian didn’t really seem the type, for whatever reason, Mikayla felt as if she could trust him. That would make living with him so much easier, though.<br/><br/>And honestly, what’s not to like? He was turning out to be a pretty nice guy. With offering to cook and clean, Mikayla wondered if she would be able to take him up on the offer. She figured she would give him a shot, see if his cleaning skills met her standards. She was so picky and it had always been a subject of distress with her and Fin, when she’d come up behind and reclean whatever it was he had just finished. Now, he didn’t bother, and everything was fine. She smiled at Sebastian,<strong>”Sure! I could give up the reins for an evening. Maybe I’ll start a new book.”</strong>Her to read list was ever growing, and she hadn’t really had much time to put a dent in it. Her brother’s words pulled her from her musing and she frowned playfully at him,<strong>”Twenty, maybe thirty minutes? You aren’t going to wither away to nothingness before than.”</strong>She tossed an elbow Finnick’s way, with the hand not holding the knife, of course.<br/><br/>It seemed, too, that Sebastian didn’t have any rules he wanted to lay down, but he was curious about when he could play his piano. Mikayla turned back to him, her eyes widening in surprise.<strong>”The Full Moon? I didn’t realize you were the new pianist there. Finnick and I work there, too!”</strong>How strange was that? She had a sudden, but fleeting concern this could be a problem. They would always see each other and that could be a huge strain on a brand new relationship. But the three of them seemed to be getting along nicely enough, so she didn’t dwell on it too much further. She had a tendency to get obsessive and if she thought on something too much, she was likely to cause the outcome she feared the most. So instead, she finished chopping up the last potato, then throwing them into a pot, filling it with water and setting it to boil.<br/><br/>She turned back to Finnick and Sebastian,<strong>”Well, since we will be working together quite a bit it seems, we’ll certainly want to practice! The music doesn’t bother me. Sometimes I’ll walk about the apartment serenading to no one in particular, just to make sure I’m still on the mark."</strong>She watched him move to the piano and began playing, the notes soft and beautiful, even if they were just scales. Her eyes widen as what he had said finally registered in her mind. Producer?<strong>"Producer?"</strong>She blushed, choking on a laugh,<strong>"Well, I mean, if you want to do a duet, I'm certainly not going to turn you down!"</strong>The grin that was plastered to her face carried over as her gaze moved to Finnick. She spoke softly,<strong>”I think this is going to work out well, don’t you?”</strong>Then she went about preparing the chicken, imagine what a luck break this could be! Would she finally get on the map? As she started to trim the fat from the breasts, she looked to Finnick once more,<strong>”Shall we get this party started early? I found some white wine, if you wanna open the bottle up.”</strong>Then she went back to getting dinner ready, listening as Sebastian tuned the piano.