Cricket smiles when he sees Kinner, warmed by the friendly greeting, and scoots over to give him space to join him on the floor by the back wall. It's warm back here, but the seating is less comfortable, so it tends to be the province of the younger and more limber. Which Cricket both is and is not, but he likes the heat.

"Hey, Kinner. I ain't happy about what I had to do, but I'm glad to be alive." He nods.

"We never did get to go fishing," he tells Kinner when he mentions food. "I think we best plan on that in the spring. And I'll see if Forrest'll bring us some pie. He makes a hell of a good pie."

They probably shouldn't talk about food. It'll only make them both hungry, and Cricket seems to have lost a little weight already.