Caspar blinks, silent while he processes Cricket's friendly demeanor. What did he do to earn such a greeting? Maybe it's the free clothes, because it certainly wasn't his attitude back on Halloween night. "Thanks," he says finally, accepting the jar with a measured nod. "I'm Caspar. Adia's boyfriend. She told me about you, but I didn't know what you looked like."

It's his way of apologizing for not recognizing Cricket when they met. Or just stating the facts.

He opens the jar and takes a whiff of its contents. Apple moonshine? Well, it's not his first choice, but it doesn't smell like it'll melt paint, so he's willing to try it. He lets the first sip sit on his tongue a moment before swallowing, as if this were a professional wine tasting and not a social event.

"It's good," he tells Cricket. He's being terse, but honest. The flavor is rustic, but only in the best of ways, and burns pleasantly on the way down. And it's leagues better than Seth's brandy. "You make this yourself?" he asks, his shoulders relaxing. Another question comes to him. "How'd you know so many answers to Caleno's questions?"

Now that the urgency of aiding Hunter has passed, he's curious.