Michel's response was to just mutter under his breath about how it didn't seem like she cared even if he knew what the real problem was and he knew what was really being said. The only thing he was getting used to with the situation was not knowing how to really respond or react in the manner that he probably should. He only watched her as she sat her chair next to his, not complaining about it even though he pointlessly could have.
"Then shut up and eat something before I shove it down your throat," he threatened. And the keyword really was threaten as he was ready to if she still refused. Bowls though. They still needed bowls and utensils. Huffing in annoyance, he went to pull them out of the cabinet as well.