When she presents the wine, he suddenly doesn't feel nearly as stupid. Maybe the food was the right thing because as she says that's what normal people do when they have people over to their house. His and Moira's relationship wasn't normal, but it was definitely headed in a direction that wasn't full-fledged hatred. He didn't know how to explain it, not even to himself. So it was easier not to analyze it too much.

He took the wine from her carrying it back into the kitchen, noticing that she had done her hair different than normal. Usually she wore it down and free, but tonight it was up in a high-tight bun that complimented her face.

"I have food," James says with an awkward shrug. "My father's staff was already sending food over, so they prepared enough for us both."