Cricket hates that he's semi-dependent, but if he needs help from room to room, at least he can go to the toilet by himself. It could be worse. It could always be worse. If nothing else, this whole fiasco has reminded him of that.

He gives a soft chuckle at that kiss, leaning into it a little. "Basic. I ain't makin' lattes in here, but I can just about manage a pumpkin pie. Maybe for dinner tomorrow."

The less he works outdoors, the more he settles into cooking. It's a hobby at this point.

"Another present?" He loved the soapstone chicken. Cricket is incredibly easy to please with small gifts, since he never owned a whole lot as a child. The chicken has a place of honor on the mantel, and if a silly name hasn't been devised for it yet, it's not for want of trying.

"You're workin' overtime on spoiling me this week." He tilts his head to rest it on Loki's shoulder. "Ain't complaining, though."