[Wow, that sure is a series of backhanded compliments. Mikuni allows a beat of silence after Percival's question to look him over. Human, obviously, he knew that already, but that haughty attitude . . . noble, perhaps. The mere thought makes him want to fling the spoonful of soup on the man's feet.]

[Somehow, he resists, mostly because that soup could be feeding somebody. With a faint smile that very nearly reaches his eyes, he turns back to the stove, his displeasure only showing in the twitch of his tail against his equine hindquarters.]

Well, with this one, there's a grand total of one.

[He glances over his shoulder, stirring serenely.]

I don't recall volunteering to feed an army for you. But I will continue cooking until there's enough for everyone. I've got rice and vegetables cooking as well.