Hand washing is fairly easy to accomplish at least. Cricket wouldn't mind if Dorian went back to work, often times he would fiddle with a guitar if he had one. In fact lately his fingers feel a bit itchy and restless without one to hold onto. It could just be this place how different it was.

"I've gotten used to Cricket; nowadays only my family and a few close friends call me Taliesin or Tal." He shrugged a little and gently tossed the spirit up into the air so it could zip around and hide in his hair. "A pleasure as well, on my end."

Looking up even though he couldn't see the spirit, Cricket said, "Well, we did make an agreement for such a thing."