Mike had been on the island for too long, because... He was taking this in stride, like, way too easily. Or maybe it was just the extended werewolf period of his life that had left him with a broad understanding of the things that were acceptable in his house. Like his girlfriend being a raven for days.

He was still working on the vanity in the workshop, but it was about time for him to at least have a snack break or something. And on his way to the kitchen, it didn't seem like a bad idea to check on Brooke, too.

Also because he thought he'd heard clicking from the living room. So here he was.

"Babe? You need something?"