James cocked his head a little. He suppose he'd never had that problem. He had only ever lived with people who knew what he was. some had abused that knowledge, and some had accepted and nurtured his true nature. He'd never had a family, but by the same token, he'd never been rejected by the people who were supposed to care for him. He gave Tori a discerning look before picking up his mug to sip at it.
"Not really." James hadn't really started thinking about whether Tori should be recruited or not. But if they kept getting on as they were, he might have to have a conversation with William. Recruitment was never really in James's job description. William knew how to nudge people in the right direction without giving himself away. That was not really a talent that the mimic had - for all his talent with subtlety when it came to infiltration and recon, he had no subtlety when it came to words. He was kind of like a hammer. "I don't think you're meant to blend in anywhere," James mused about her fallback occupation.
James chuckled at her question. "I'm sure someone has the ingredients to make one," he observed. Unfortunately, it wasn't him. Not big on sweets, so no ice cream here. He raised an eyebrow at the addition of french fries - women really did have weird cravings. Regardless, he lifted his glass when she did, and then downed it with her.
Between the alcohol and the leftover exhaustion from activating his abilities, James was starting to feel both weary and content. "You know you will eventually have to go back to your dorm," he commented. That was much nicer than the get out now he was prone to using, by the way. He was feeling generous.