Smiling, she nodded towards him. James was always very receptive to her requests, and she would patiently wait until he was finishing working his magic. As she handed the cookware over to him, she blinked in suprise. The tips of his ears were pink! Noticing this, her smile grew wider and she decided to simply ignore it. He looked so focused on his task at hand, she would hate to disrupt him. It was simply mesmerizing watching James work with food sometimes. To her it seemed he could make amazing things out of seemingly nothing. With that thought, she frowned as she realized that she had not opened the fridge to even see if they had food inside, or taken stock if they had packed food to make. 

What if she was being an inconvience? She placed her hand over her chest as she glanced at the boxes at her feet. Busy. She needed to keep busy. She had not even been in the apartment twenty minutes yet, and she was already finding something to stress about. Realizing this only made her become more frantic as she began ravaging through the boxes, somehow putting things where they didn't belong. In her frenzy she didn't care what got put where, just simply that it went. Her stuffed animals were placed onto the bookshelf, and shampoo was put on the counter. She wanted a lollipop, but James had already prepared something for her, and she froze as the gentle clink of the plate settling onto the table pierced her daze.

[color=0072bc][b]"Wha...?"[/b][/color] She blinked, and looked at James, and then down towards the plate. [color=0072bc][b]"Oh, wow. You made this just now? Oh wow it looks so good! I'm sorry that I didn't ask first about what we had. I hope it wasn't a bother..."[/b][/color] She sat down on the soft couch and exhaled softly. She hadn't realized what disorganization she had just caused for herself in her unpacking stressed state, now focused on the beautiful spread in front of her. [color=0072bc][b]"Oh, no that should be just fine for now. Thank you so much James."[/b][/color] With that, she began enjoying her meal. It warmed her and the juice chilled her slightly. Freya was a pretty slow eater, liking to enjoy the dishes in front of her. Fifteen minutes later, she gave a yawn and curled up on the couch she was sitting on, finding it too much trouble to go to her room. She had not even bothered to take her shoes off on the couch as she settled in. Within a few minutes, rhythmic soft snoring could be heard from her.

The only thing left behind were the cardboard boxes strewn around the living room and a blanket hanging up over a doorway that was pretending to be a curtain.