Having arrived long before the others, with much forced prompting from his sponsor James had taken to hiding in his room before getting bored and deciding to head for the war room. He had reluctantly come here to be a full member of the YJ project. It wasn't his favorite thing, he would much rather be back in his home town fighting fires. That was what he was used to. The young man huffed when he entered the war room. It seemed a few others had the same idea. When he huffed smoke seemed to come out if his nose, much like it would for a dragon. He decided instead that he was hungry and headed toward the kitchen. Something there smelled really good and his stomach growled in agreement. It had been a while since James had any sort of meal that wasn't either fast food or microwaveable TV dinners. He had practically lived at the station and when he wasn't there he roomed with a co-worker who owned an apartment. Nobody he had lived with ever had time to cook since he had moved out from his parent's house so he had always eaten what was available. 

He smiled at the cook when he approached. "Smells and looks good. Let's hope it's taste is up to par too." He winked, chuckling to himself and headed toward an unoccupied table. He took a bite and sighed in content. "Yup this is pretty good." He said to nobody in particular and continued to eat, slowly, enjoying the taste of the food.