Cedar shrugged at Solomon before responding.

"[color=7bcdc8]aww, dun worry tuh much 'bout it-- The nice fellar said he's a gunna cook it fer us no-how-- I'd prolly eat half o' it while fixin' it up-- Prolly works out better thisa way no how.[/color]"

When solomon mentioned the potential for a fight brewing inside the cabin they had walked up to, it made him frown. He was raised to not start fights, or to try and get involved in them without very good reason, because it was how you invariably just got hurt. (or worse, hurt other people when you didn't really mean to, and have unending knock on consequences.)

He approached the small wood-framed home with some trepidation.  It was "larger" than his single-roomed wood frame cabin, in that it had more rooms, but it was also "Smaller", in that it was not designed for his proportions. Getting inside and moving around would require stooping to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling, and other hazards-- fighting inside would be at a great disadvantage for him, unless he went down on all fours, --but he couldn't swing his walking stick that way.

He looked at Solomon, who had a similar look of trepidation on his own face, but for different reasons, clearly-- The building would be just fine for a person of his stature.

He sighed, then knocked politely on the door.

"[color=7bcdc8]Hey, uhm... Is this a good time?[/color]" he asked loudly through the closed door after knocking.

If there really WAS a fight starting to brew inside, it just showed a need to be mannerly more than ever.

"Polite and neighborly when dealing with strangers or meeting new people" his dad had stressed at him. "Try not to scare 'em"

He really hoped they would be affable and civil with a visit from a stranger, if they were so indisposed.