Cricket can't help but grin. He's lived in the Nexus for over a year and sometimes he still has to take a step back and marvel at the wonders around him. Never before has anyone from Franklin County seen a drunk angel.

"If you want to, sir, I'd appreciate it. Can use all the help I can get. I built the setup from the ground up. Wouldn't have been able to without Harley givin' me a place to live, but...I think I've done a'ight."

He's justifiably proud of his small business, is what he's saying.

He blinks at the offer and peers into the pitch curiously. It would be rude to say no, but he has to keep in mind that he's human and delicate, so he accepts the pitcher but asks before drinking: "Is this...stronger than the usual human stuff? Only I don't want my liver to run off scared."

He'll limit himself to a tiny taste if need be.