Kiaan ponders if turning Martin into a cricket is against family rules.
The cricket kinda kicks its legs towards where his tongue was sticking out; of course, it is doing that with its little spindly legs that couldn't hurt anyone if it tried, so it's not threatening at all.

Dunno. The cricket's pretty far away from his face. It's kicking away just for...the kicks.
Ahahaha.

Kiaane doesn't want to do anything, really--that's about the best way to put it, to be honest. Everything they do seems more like they need to do it. In this case, they never actually reject something a Thaohal member sticks in their direction. That's also the reason behind why they eat when someone catches them--they never say no. They just don't eat when no one catches them. 
Obviously, with that line of logic, Kiaane unwittingly holds out a hand as if on pure impulse. Their face is just as inexpressive as usual, so if Martin had been someone else, it probably would've seemed like they were being forced or something. 

Kiaane freezes, either from the physical contact or from Martin's smile. It's probably a bit strange considering that that's not the first time either of those has happened in this day, or ever, but Kiaane's kind of strange like that. There's a noticeable amount of dilation in their eyes too, but it's gone within seconds as they take the cricket over, which is now half-scrambling. Or, it'd look like scrambling if it were to be on its legs instead of being there with its stomach upwards, but at the same time, it also doesn't seem like it wants to be back on its feet. Weirdo cricket.

Kiaane peers right back down at the cricket like they're skeptical of the idea or just are not familiar with the idea of anything or anyone liking them. 
The cricket continues doing whatever it's doing. To be honest, it's kind of acting like a roly poly, minus the rolling-up part. 

Yeah, the apple piece is on its abdomen. Hopefully that's what it's called.
"What does it want?" Kiaane asks slowly after the cricket continues kicking away for at least 30 seconds.

The cricket stops kicking for 3 seconds then just kicks again. 
Kiaane actually looks somewhat perplexed.

Kiaane can't really translate unless the cricket chirps, but it's really not doing that. 
To be honest, maybe it doesn't even know what it wants. 

The narrator laughs.
"Perhaps," Kiaane responds, which makes their narrator laugh so hard they choke on cookie crumbs.

"It is already healthy," Kiaane corrects. 

Kiaane stares at the cricket as if thinking hard about the question.
The cricket stops kicking to stare back at them. Maybe it's tired, or maybe it actually wants to stare back at Kiaane.

The cricket proceeds to completely go limp as if playing dead...or falling fast asleep could be another interpretation. The apple piece would wobble precariously, but Kiaane's hand doesn't shake at all, it seems. It's like in their hand, the world is completely still and nothing need fear of the day they will fall.

Kiaane opens their mouth slightly as if to say something but ends up closing it before even one sound can come out. They instead just continue to stare at the cricket.

"Not practical here," Kiaane points out, actually kind of wisely. Wow, wisely as a word paired with Kiaane? Hard to get.

Well, if the cricket's playing dead, it's not gonna just stop playing dead to answer.