For a guy who’d spent most of his life in one-star motels and dive bars, Dean was getting weirdly comfortable in this fancy hotel setup.

Still in his bathrobe, he was digging into breakfast (a burger with a fried egg and hashbrowns) while ESPN blared in the background. He’d already set up call forwarding to Garth, so as far as he was concerned, he had a solid week of no island drama, no monsters, and no weirdness.

Dean was also waiting for the butler to bring back his flannel and jeans after they’d been pressed. Because honestly, he had no clue what else you were supposed to do with a butler.