The only mercy Don gets from him is that when Mike laughs, because obviously he's going to laugh, he does so quietly.

The silence that briefly falls is quickly replaced by the sounds of cooking. Then the sound of a plate being carefully placed on the table next to Don's head, followed by a chair being pulled out from the table, and the overall feeling of Mike joining Don in breakfast.

"Order up," he adds quietly, before tucking into his own omelet.