Jimmy was home for a visit with his father, to give an update - though it wasn't much of one - and to just visit in secret with him since he couldn't openly see him. Having left Slater at his desk, Jimmy had decided that on his way out he was going to visit the kitchens to grab a bite. He was craving an apple, really. Granny-smith.
Busting through the kitchen door, he headed straight for the fruit basket, hardly noticing the red-head that was feverously wiping off the table as he bit into the first, shiney green apple. Leaning back against the counter he was next to, he crunched the sweet-sour apple in his mouth and finally spotted her by the table. " 'ello," he said with his mouth full.