A/N: Here's a little ficlet between Mike and Becca I thought of a while ago. Hope you like it!


Becca watched the tall raven-haired man reach over the top of the refrigerator with a feather duster.

She had been waiting for the man's younger friend to get ready to go out, so to entertain herself, she started watching his surrogate brother diligently working away, noting how particularly scrawny he looked, with his dress-shirt untucked.

"Hey Mike, how much d'ya weigh?" She asked.

"Oh, I dunno. Hundred-Twenty, Hundred-Thirty. Why?" He replied.

"Huh, I thought so..." Becca started. "Ain't that a little light?"

Mike rolled his eyes. "It might be, why does it matter?"

"Doesn't, really..." She said, fibbing a little. In all seriousness, she was sometimes afraid that the man would fold in on himself like a lawn chair if the wind blew at his back. "Can't ya'll afford to eat a little more now-a-days, though?"

"Yeah, we can, but it doesn't mean I half'ta pig out, ya know."

"I'm not saying you should. It's unhealthy to go without eating, is all I'm saying."

"Now, you're playin' like I don't eat anything." Mike said, pointing the feather duster at Becca.

"Don't you, though? You've invited us over quite a few times already and I haven't seen ya sit down to eat, I've only just seen you cook."

"You know as well as I do that none of them can cook, you were here when Peter made dinner." Mike said, crossing his arms.

"That doesn't explain you not eating."

Mike gave her a look.

"Okay, it explains you not eating when Peter cooked. But what about when Micky had his turn to make dinner and brought pizza home?"

"My stomach wasn't feelin' right."

"Sure. And that time Davy brought Chinese over?"

"I don't like Chinese."

"And when Mo made a really good Chowder last week?"

"Benny, that's enough. I really appreciate you worryin', I do. I'm just not that much of an eater."

Becca puffed up her cheeks in annoyance. "For the 40th time, Mike, my name is BE-"

"Hey, Becca! Sorry I kept you waiting, are you ready to go?" Davy said, finally joining them in the room, almost on cue, immediately calming Becca down.

"Y-yeah, I'm ready if you are. Let's head out." Becca said.

Davy held out his arm for Becca to take, which she gladly did, the they headed for the door.

She stopped and looked back at Mike. "Hey Mike?"

Mike didn't look back from the cleaning he went back to. "Yeah."

"Go eat a sandwich, would ya? You're too thin."

Mike rolled his eyes. "Alright, mom."