He's getting ruffled for the most heinous things but it makes him smile regardless, one eye squinting closed and leaning a little into Abysa's hand. Granting easier hair-ruffling access.

Oh, but now he's being told to join the food-making and getting ushered that direction by his headgear. Which he of course has to follow the direction of, at first a bit stumbling as he's surprised by it. Micolash is barely able to suppress a whine of despondency. "Oh, must I?" Then a sigh. "I suppose if she does not ask me to eat any of it..." The scholar is soon shuffling over to where cat and woman both are, fiddling with his fingers as he goes.

Once there, Micolash first just pays attention to Henry, petting him repeatedly as if to self-soothe in doing so. "So." Where to begin, where to begin. "...What are you going to make?"