"Thanks for that," Michael says wryly. He doesn't really mind though. He's, by Michael's standards, mellow-seeming here, a little slower to fidget and look for something to do or reasons to be suspicious.

The idea of riding does get lifted eyebrows behind too-long curls though. "Like on a horse?" Michael says. He tries to sound dubious and a little disdainful instead of unsure. Michael's been around cows. But horses are tall and heavy looking and he's not sure he wants to sit on something that tall that can just decide it doesn't want him sitting up there anymore and throw him off. Cows just kind of cow around, chewing and minding their own business. He's not trying to sit on them.

He jerks at the sudden exclamation though, flinching slightly at the crack, automatic wave of alarm going through him. He hadn't broken it, but there's still a part of Michael that can't forget breaking things means he'll be punished for it. "I'll fix it," he says, reflexively, dropping down to crouch next to it.

He frowns though, realizing it's not broken. "No, you're okay. It's just ..." Michael reached for the panel, deftly adjusting and popping it back into place, then sliding it cautiously all the way open, peering into the space behind it. "It's just a secret door," he finishes, a little delighted. "Here, look," he says, reaching up to tug absently at Kyle's shirt.