Every little thing in this new world was fascinating to Caduceus, because of course it was. Their homes were so different.
"Oh, I would love to. I have a lot. My parents taught us everything through stories. I'm not that great at reading," Caduceus smiled and shrugged. "I have a bit of difficulty with the community thing sometimes. But I can get it to read it out for me."
He watched Stan take thing from cupboards, trying to remember where everything came from. Chances were he'd spend a good lot of time looking for things anyway. Just being nosey.
"Judaism," he repeated the word quietly. "Well, I'll trade you stories from home for whatever you want to tell me about earth religions. We have a lot of faiths at home, it'd be nice to hear new ones."
Tentatively, Caduceus leant against one of the counters, making sure there was no possible way he could damage or break any of the equipment. "Noodles and tomato sauce I'm familiar with. Bread I'm familiar with. Garlic bread sounds nice," he smiled. "Thank you. That's very efficient," he added, looking around at everything as it was pointed out to him.
"It's so clean in here, too. It's...a lot different. I mean, everything's kind of outdoor cooking or over an open fire at home. I don't think I'm painting a great picture of where I come from."