Stanley wondered if Caduceus did that a lot -- changed the way he stood so that he'd match up with those shorter than himself. It was kind; Stan wasn't particularly short, but he wasn't tall either, but he didn't really want someone putting their back out to be on eye level either.
"I'm good," Stan said, although he didn't really take all that much time to actually decide if that was true. He figured most days if he could say it, he could make it so. Anyway, his new friend has said previously that he felt like he was from another planet and Stan was a little focused on how that was probably actually the case. He wasn't' going to leave but he was going to wonder how many questions were polite to ask. "I like cooking so. I'm glad to show other people. Where is home?"
He gestured his way into the kitchen proper, a silent suggestion they get started. "In some ways, this is easier than fire and wood, actually."