Micolash raises his brows in interest as he tilts his ear towards the man now speaking to him, to better concentrate on his words. No reason to look him in the face when you can't see, after all.

"Traditional foods seem to be a recurring theme. How interesting. What an odd choice as well! Black-eyed peas..." He trails off as he mulls this over with a distracted, dreamy smile. But he's soon back to the present as he recalls the last thing said. The scholar moves to rest one elbow in the other hand, the raised on resting on the underside of his cage's collar. His head tilts playfully to one side behind those bars. "And this is the second mention of these kissing traditions! How positively ribald."