Mikey busies himself by tidying up, stacking dishes, handing Donnie a rag to wipe down counters as he grabbed the broom.

"Nah," he said, his voice a little lighter. "And ruin your creativity? We need uniqueness and variety," He said, finessing the air and putting emphasis on the words. He was definitely going to be giving them pointers.

"We should decorate more." They had done quite a bit, considering, it had started to feel like their own space and not just a place where they were taking up space. But there could be more. Always more. It was nothing like the lair.