Someone other than Mike might be put off by the stare, but Mike is not only used to such things, he revels in them. Shaking off his initial shock of finding someone in the kitchen that isn't quadrupedal and fuzzy, he continues on his path towards the stores of Nutella.

"I'm hungry," he says simply. "Plus, seeing as I live here and am one of the Barmen, it's kind of my perogative."

Oooh that jar looks like a nice one, doesn't it?

"That's my excuse, what's yours?"