James wasn't quite sure what her shrug meant, but he was satisfied waiting until she was done. He sat on a stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen, and watched her hair move to and fro with immaculate ease. After several minutes she finished the batch of banana pancakes. Pancakes seemed like an odd dinner, but they looked delicious and James wasn't picky in the least.

James was fine eating alone. He did it often enough at home. [b]"Thank you."[/b] He quickly added as she grabbed half the stack and left. He helped himself to the other half, and ate contently. Immersed in his thoughts as he ate the pancakes, he thought a lot about what life here would be like. He thought about the other's skills as well, and realized he was still probably going to be the muscle again. He was fine with it, but it felt a little old too.