Vivian shrugged. "Smells like... burgers? Hopefully it is, because that's about the best thing he can make. You'd think with all that money, he'd pay for a cookbook..." Much like Michael had been expecting, her father suddenly entered after the comment, giving her a look of mild annoyance. Rather than chastising Mike, his retort was entirely focused towards her.
"You're one to talk." His gaze shifted over to Mike for a brief moment, giving him the slightest of smirks. "Don't be askin' her to make you a meal anytime soon, anything she cooks will kill you."
Getting a little peeved at the fact that she was now being dissed in front of her boyfriend, even if she did deserve it, she attempted to make a comeback. "Uhh, at least I'll admit I don't have that sort of talent. That's why I buy all my food instead of trying and failing."
"You lack that talent 'cause you don't have the patience and the attention span to keep at it." He pointed at her accusingly. "And you spend my money instead of trying anything more than once."
At that point of his, Vivian could only shrug, as if she believed that spending like that was unavoidable. Taking that as a win, he walked out of the room, heading back into to the kitchen as he changed the subject. "Food's ready."
Returning her attention to Michael, she smiled up at him, hoping that he wouldn't think much of their bickering. "I would have had him get us something nicer, but I kind of told him you were coming last minute. Sorry." Standing as she spoke, the girl made her way towards the dining room connected to the kitchen, still looking over her shoulder to make sure that he followed. Seeing that her father was making their plates already, she went over to the table, pulling out a chair before sitting in it.