At last! Praise! Micolash's face completely lights up, a wide, happy smile and his pale hands folding in front of him. He did good! Although all this talk about preparing food and the thought of being around it starts to make that expression dim.

Eyes darting between the two of them, he eventually says cautiously, "Shall I...just wait in my chambers, then? This whole 'kitchen' situation is not...my sort of setting." For a wide variety of reasons, but mainly because: food is terrible.