Mikey shoots him a look. "No way! If you learn to cheat I'll never win!"

He isn't given much time to protest as the new round starts and he is drawn back into the game.

It starts off well enough, they seem to coordinating a little better, keeping to their tasks and staying out of each other's ways, but it isn't long until things start falling behind and orders start piling up. Mikey turns back over, falling out of his bean bag and scrambling to his knees while he still struggles to keep hold of the controller and keep his eyes on the screen.

There is no less yelling, but at least when they finish the level, it's finally with at least one star, allowing them to pass the level.

"That level of Jupiter Jim's underpants," he grumbles. "Hopefully the next one is better."

This isn't exactly the charming, relaxing co-op cooking game he was hoping for, but if asked, he is having fun. And it is doing the intended purpose of distracting and most importantly, making things feel normal.