Hmm yes, Micolash would be understandingly a picky eater when he did eat if all his symptoms and diagnosis was correct. She tries to smile slightly. Still a bit uncertain and uneasy/wary.



Her eyes widen a mite. She takes another small step back and looks upward to get a good look at the er being. Her fur under her hood floofs up more into her dark hair of the same color. "I won't bite. " She states a bit jokingly. With a lopsided wolfish like smirk and a wry sort of cough chuckle. So long as nobody tried that or anything to her first of course. She wondered how strong that force shield thing was. But she knew better then to rely on it completely.

She nods, "hmm if ya have a sink and such, Aye. " She murmurs softly in reply. She could whip up some yummy thinks baked and other wise with the proper materials and ingredients if need be. She swallows slightly she certainly hoped it wasn't like her friend Teddy's joke products that sometimes had transformation properties however temporary.