He likes that. Cricket knows his limp is obvious, and people who try too hard to pretend it isn't a thing are mildly annoying sometimes. Best to acknowledge it and move on with life. In turn, he's fond of assessing a new person's practical skills. Not everyone comes from a world where you have to make your own things, and that's okay, but he usually gets along well with those who work with their hands.

He smiles a little and nods at the cart he's been pulling behind him. "I got a business going here. White lightning, mostly, and apple and blackberry liquor. Just un-aged right now, but I got some in barrels. Should be able to tap it in another six months or so."

"It's good to have some stuff stored up for winter here. Last year was a'ight, but the one before was harsh. You best keep enough on hand for a couple months, if you got the space for't."