[Hey, he's sort of making sure Mira is eating. He might not necessarily be preparing the food himself, but as long as he obtains it from somewhere that's all that matters.

Nodding at her greeting, Emet-Selch doesn't correct her assumptions about his walking habits, taking a quick stock of her house, before settling his attention back on her. The offer gets a light shrug.]

I'm fine, but thank you. Though I'll certainly take some of your soup when I depart.

[It did smell good, he had to admit. At least to himself, if not to her.]

Now- what was it that you required my height for?