"Oh, well, thank you," she says, flattered by the gesture. "That's lucky, cause I'm starving." She follows him to the kitchen, trying not to dwell on how almost comfortable she is around him? She doesn't feel on edge the way she used to, and as she enters the kitchen, where the smells nearly overwhelm her, she finds herself oddly more at ease. She wonders how their relationship could seemingly evolve from hatred so fast.

She also notices how nice James looks, with his pullover and pants. Tonight really is incredibly odd.

"Your father's staff is a godsend," she says, as she breathes in the kitchen smells.