Moira watches him pull things forward and arrange plates in the kitchen, finding the scene oddly...endearing, she thinks, is the right word for it. It was rather considerate of James to think of her when ordering the food brought here, something she is certain he wouldn't have done only a few weeks ago. The gesture further eases her into the home, which only further confuses her.

"Oh, here, I've got it," she reaches and takes the bar stool from him before sitting herself down. She takes the wine and pours them both a glass, waiting for him to sit before touching the food. "Well, it certainly looks fancy enough to come from your home," she observes, a slight smile on her face.