Link is always happy to be in a kitchen. Although...he doesn't have his pack. Which means he doesn't have any of the ingredients stored in there. He can't cook anything.

"Datapoint?" Link says, as he instinctively moves towards the warmest part of the kitchen, hugging his arms around his chest to keep in even more warmth. Then, he remembers. "...The floaty light?"

He had been curious about that, in a distant way. He'd just been too distracted by the cold to do anything about it.