[ There's a soft snort, but it's muffled into his fork--he chews, swallows, tries to measure how much he wants to reveal to this stranger as he carefully and neatly works off another bite. Once it's in his mouth, he lifts one of his shoulders in a shrug. ]

I'm not a regular human. But squats help.

[ At least he gives a firm nod of his chin towards the plate, appreciative; when the stranger says that he raised two girls, it makes a little bit more sense. Then again, doesn't he look a bit young to have children?

Sidelong, Cloud looks at him as he takes a small sip of ale, but decides to leave it alone. It's surprising enough that he shared something like that--no need to grab all the details just yet. ]

The fish is great. You did a good job, cooking's definitely one of your strengths.

[ He doesn't exactly smile, but there is a faint lift to the corner of his mouth. ] Might have to have you teach me a thing or two.