When Mike was home, which seemed less and less these days, he was usually to be found in one of three places: The kitchen, his own room, or cautiously eyeing the Network. Though that last one he never stayed at for long if there were other people in the house.

As luck would have it Mike is in the kitchen, attempting to make...something in the shape of a casserole.

Now normally Mike would automatically choose the offhand quip response, but more and more he's relying on a quick glance to let him know exactly how to react.

"I don't know, what with your polite ways, respectful manner, and considerate roommateyness. That sounds like a surefire recipe for trouble."