[Michael]

Michael stared at the money in his hands from the man paying for his room, raising one eyebrow to peek around at the others who had flitted back in once the commotion outside seemed to have been resolved.

"Err...am..I supposed to be helping tidy up or somethin'?" He blinked, cheeks tinting a slight pink. "or..I know how t' mix drinks 'n stuff. Won' go pokin' about in the man's cookin', but I bet I kin go look 'n see what 'e's got in there..?" He offered, feeling dumber and dumber by the minute. Which was really saying something, as he didn't typically bother using his smarts in the first place, let alone when he really should.