Mike's head popped out from inside the fridge, arms laded with a carton of eggs and a container of sour cream as he lit up with a smile.

"Really? I mean--I'm not great around cameras, but Dustin will shit a brick so yeah! I'd love to!" he beamed, moving to the counter to set the food down and lean his hip against the cabinets, standing right in front of her.

"You really wanna have me there? I mean...I don't wanna get in the way or anything if it'll throw you off..."