James releases a small soft breath when she says she's hungry because that's a relief. If she thinks this is weird, that he ordered dinner for them both, she doesn't let it show. But there's something about her being in his house that sets him at ease. Not anxious as he would've always suspected. But instead everything is easy...

He pulls the food out of the oven, thinking he could put everything out in the dining room, but that would maybe be a little much. Instead of just a casual dinner. He had already set out plates and utensils, so he places the large white pasta dish onto the middle of the kitchen's wood island. They can just eat here. He fetches a pair of wine glasses, thankful, like always that the kitchen is small and compact. Everything easily in reach. He balances his crutches against the island and takes one of the bar stools opposite where she's standing.

"They should be. He pays them well enough," he says, dishing food onto the plates.