Even though Cricket knows perfectly well that Bob is not actually a happy dog, he can't resist coming over and crouching to ruffle his fur. "Evenin', Bob!" He laughs softly, accepting the card.

"It's a'ight. I'm glad to see you. If I save a piece of cake for Mr. Blair, you think you can take it back for him?" He scratches behind Bob's ears lazily. "You're welcome in any form."

He...probably shouldn't be so cavalier about that. His chickens would probably be terrified of the Thing's true shape. But at least Cricket trusts Bob not to cause him trouble. "I guess you don't really eat, but if you wanna try anything I could make you a plate."