Michael stares at the waitress, a little stunned and wary when he gets called 'squirt', even if she's not entirely wrong. After all, he doesn't eat that much, and he's usually in clothes that are a touch too baggy for him. "Uhhhh..."

He gapes at her, then says, "Fries?" as if he's not entirely sure.

Because fries sounds good, right? He doesn't want to ask for too much, after all, because Caleb doesn't know how smart he is yet, so he might decide this ends today. "Where do you put all that food?" he asks Caleb warily.