Cricket has been informed that Thor is around, and he's read enough of Bullfinch's Mythology that he knows more or less who/what he is. When he sees a huge muscular blond walk in looking disgruntled, he makes assumptions quickly.

And...and this has to be done.

He comes up to him with a sealed mason jar in his hands and offers it out, deadpan except for a small smile. "Reckon you oughtta have this. It's my best white lightning."

Haha! Lightning.