"Barefoot is a choice," is the immediate, defensive answer as he likewise plops in the dust. "A lot of things need two hands and I only have one. You can usually get away with using a foot instead, toes are pretty dexterous with some practice." He wiggles the aforementioned, rather dirty toes. There's no keeping them clean around here, the ground's .. well, the ground, and dirty feet are par the course like countless other street urchins. It took him a while to build up enough toughness on his soles so hot stones didn't burn him, likewise the suns, but he's getting there!

Houses are irrelevant, and he glosses over it like it's not even a question. "It wasn't too spicy for you a minute ago, eat it. I have a whole worm I'm working on, it's huge." Immediately, he points. "And don't tell me they taste terrible, it's all in how you cook them and which bits you eat! Raw is gross, don't eat them raw."