The kitchen table makes a good place to sit as the kettle heats up and Caleb starts to prepare their meal. With how his life mapped out, there are a few fairly basic things he has had to learn rather late, and cooking is one of them.

"Exactly," he agrees, glancing up from where he is preparing their lamb to go into the oven. "But they are also around when you need them." Ida is sitting at his feet now, actually, staring up at him guilelessly. "I know you just want food," he tells her. "I am making our dinner now. Yours will come later."

His smile still lingers when he looks to Yussa again. "If you do not mind giving a little advice while you are here, I have a problem that could really benefit from your expertise, my friend. Not research related," he clarifies, knowing the sort of thing they typically help each other with. "There is a function at the Academy next week. Formal, ostentatious, and many of my least favorite people will probably be there. Unfortunately, I am required to be there also." That smile becomes a grimace. "I am wondering if you would help me decide what to wear. My wardrobe is very limited, but I am certain you can pull together something better from it than I could."