It's overcast, which means James doesn't have to be all "careful" while walking around outside, so he can in fact just walk around outside! It's nice to do that every now and then. And then there are a couple of packages he's expecting so he might enjoy this lovely unsunny day to visit the Post Office, why not.
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea at all!"
"It doesn't," murmurs Yvette, a little shyly.
"But we'll only find out if what I cooked is any good by eating it, so, shall we?"
Yvette snorts, then tries the dinner. Can her vampire boyfriend actually cook?
He might actually qualify as a five star chef, to be honest. This is probably the best meal either of them has ever had in their lives.
Yvette considers this.
"You're going to be smug about this for weeks, aren't you," she says, around her second forkful.
"Nonsense, dearest. If I cook you dinner more often it will last much longer than that."
His mate huffs a little surprised half-laugh, too delighted to actually come up with any kind of verbal response. She attempts to cover this lack of witty reply with a third bite of food.
James grins and dutifully eats the thing that passes as food for humans.
He nods. "Yeah. I've been living here for a long time, now, though, and I have not really settled before here so you might as well say I'm not from any particular place."
Yvette smiles a little into her food, then disguises this with another bite.
He looks at Yvette and raises his eyebrows. What has she shared...?