It's neither, honestly. It's just how Cricket approaches people. In point of fact, he's not sure whether he likes Caspar yet or not, but he assumes if Adia likes him--and she's so kind--he must be all right. And after all, Halloween was pretty intense for everyone.
"Yeah, same here. I mean, she told me your name and a little about you, but not what you look like. She's awfully kind. You're a lucky man, sir." There is something utterly innocent about this compliment. It's an old-fashioned commentary, with nothing in the way of jealousy or rivalry coloring it.
He seems pleased by his reaction to the moonshine. That it's designated 'apple pie' means there's been some cinnamon and ginger and nutmeg added to the jar, and a little simple syrup to cut it, so it's slightly sweeter than it would be fresh out of the still with no additives.
"Sure do," he nods. "I got three stills. Makin' apple and just plain sweet-feed liquor right now."
He blushes faintly at the question. It's hard to tell what Caspar means by it. "Well, sir, I had rickets as a baby pretty bad, and growin' up I couldn't get around so well. That's why I have the braces still?" He gestures at his legs.
"But I sat around and read a lot for fun, specially when the weather was bad. I read Bullfinch's Mythology, and a translation of the Iliad and the Odyssey, and a couple other things. Mostly from the library or the school. I didn't own no books outside the Bible and a few pulps."
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Date: 2018-11-18 12:17 am (UTC)"Yeah, same here. I mean, she told me your name and a little about you, but not what you look like. She's awfully kind. You're a lucky man, sir." There is something utterly innocent about this compliment. It's an old-fashioned commentary, with nothing in the way of jealousy or rivalry coloring it.
He seems pleased by his reaction to the moonshine. That it's designated 'apple pie' means there's been some cinnamon and ginger and nutmeg added to the jar, and a little simple syrup to cut it, so it's slightly sweeter than it would be fresh out of the still with no additives.
"Sure do," he nods. "I got three stills. Makin' apple and just plain sweet-feed liquor right now."
He blushes faintly at the question. It's hard to tell what Caspar means by it. "Well, sir, I had rickets as a baby pretty bad, and growin' up I couldn't get around so well. That's why I have the braces still?" He gestures at his legs.
"But I sat around and read a lot for fun, specially when the weather was bad. I read Bullfinch's Mythology, and a translation of the Iliad and the Odyssey, and a couple other things. Mostly from the library or the school. I didn't own no books outside the Bible and a few pulps."