Mike turns to watch her sit on the edge of the bed, and wonders when tank tops got so sexy because holy fucking shit.

"I'll make eggs." he replies with a nod, proud of himself for the fact that his voice only cracks a tiny bit as he thinks hard about baseball and super unsexy things. "Let you handle the toast. I, uh...Nancy showed me how to make this thing, a French omelette. It's good, you'll like it."