With him understanding that she didn't mean anything by it, in fact she has used that title all her life since she was a little cub barely able to speak so to her it is just the way you address someone. "thank you sir" she purrs, and then as his hand cups her chin she can feel her heart almost stop, her chest seems to small to containing. It almost looks like he wants to kiss her, in fact she can see the muscle sin his neck tightening and she has to lock her body into place to not cheer. And.. then he lets go and she is left blinking a few times and then has to scramble mentally to try and cover it up.<br/><br/>"hmmm well. I will see what you have in store, perhaps I can make something with what you have and what we eat in my homeland. A little mix if you will ma. sir." she gives him a little wink and then turns and heads into the kitchen humming a tune her mamma always sang when she tried to get her overly playful litter to calm down. She sniffs around the kitchen and examines all the little jars and baskets to see what is available and tries to remember where everything goes so she doesn't make a mess.<br/><br/>She turns to look at the kitchen door for a few heartbeats, almost able to picture him in front of her and a big grin breaks out on her face. Yes, he was a good man in deed, and would be a good fath.. she stops herself and uses her fingers to count. "oh.. that is.. just rather bad timing" she chuckles to herself and digs her fingers into the mess of flour and yeast she was working with and keeps kneading it while she waits for the oven to heat up. Rather grateful that the floatation engine would generate heat that could be tapped into the oven, of course she has no idea how any of that works. If someone told her it was a little duck inside that flapped its wings really fast that would have been plausible to her. While she was curious about things she knows her limitation and would never poke around in the engines, besides they are DIRTY!<br/><br/>With the oven fully warmed up she slides the thin round patties of bread in and starts working on the meat, chopping it up as fine as she can before frying it up in some real butter. Been a while since she had real food to work with and she wants his first meal to be wonderful. Of course she lacks some of the hot spices of her own homeland but she knows all to well that most others would have been running for the railing if she used them. And that wouldn't be a good first impression. With a satisfied glance at the food she washes off her hands, and figuring he is at the helm she walks back out and sniffs in the air easily following his scent.<br/><br/>"Mast. Sir. food is ready whenever you wish to eat"<br/><br/>