Cricket has always been a bit of a sucker for extroverted personalities. He enjoys reckless, passionate, or bubbly people, particularly since his own normal tendency is to be a quiet, steadying influence. In part, this is how a gentle country boy ended up dating the god of mischief. He's not above picking up other friends, though, and the glimmer in his eyes says he's finding her stream of chatter entertaining rather than annoying.

He nods and hums acknowledgement at intervals, but mostly just lets her go, especially since she's spilling all kinds of gossip.

"So you're creative, then? Making new things out of bits and pieces you can re-use? That's a useful skill."

When she asks a question and pauses, he's willing to answer, though. "Human stomachs aren't that big," he says. "They stretch a little when we eat, so they can hold the food, but there's a limit to how much they can hold without hurting."

"I've forgotten what it is about cold food making your head hurt. I think it makes the blood vessels constrict or something. Anyway, if it happens you just have to take a break from eating."

What she says about Soundwave doesn't quite make sense, as he's not yet aware there's more than one. He tilts his head thoughtfully and taps his fingers on the edge of the table. "I met Soundwave over a year ago," he says. "He showed up out of nowhere, half-starved and determined to get something to eat, so I helped him negotiate rather than let a fight break out."

"...of course, it's possible there's more than one. This is the Nexus, after all."