James was probably being nicer to Fisher than he was to any of his dates really. Not that he had been on a date in... a very long time. He and his girlfriend had been together for years before the incident and he'd not dated anyone since before her. But she never got to wear his jacket.
Leaning forward to take a bite from the bar of chocolate, James savored it for a moment before he sat back and grabbed the bottle of vodka, holding it out for Fisher to take. "That's damn good chocolate." He mumbled this, his mouth still a bit full. "Goes good with vodka..." Who would have thought it, but it was almost like a chaser, sweet enough to take off the slight edge of drinking the liquor straight.
"So what's your favorite thing to eat? Like what do you miss most that you can't get here?" James thought about that a lot. Mostly he thought about a good slice of New York style pizza. They served pizza here sometimes, but it wasn't great by any means. And burgers. He missed burgers. Real burgers, cooked on a grill. And steak too. And lobster, crab legs. Yeah, he missed a lot of things.