"Oh," Miku replied, moving towards the kitchen. "I see." It was probably the least expressive phrase in Miku's lexicon. She decided that she didn't like it, but at least understood wanting to be part of the mob and not stand out.

She'd never liked standing out much, either. But Steve wasn't here, and he was smart and could even be funny when he was relaxed enough. It just seemed a shame that he preferred anonymity. Miku watched the pudding, to make sure it wouldn't boil over, and started up on the remaining dishes in the sink.