He couldn't have known, he had no possible way to know that the things he was saying tickled Madison in the exact way she liked when interacting to people. She had to turn around then, tilt her head and look up with an expression that teetered between the amused and the surprised. "But you aren't responsible for that, why feel guilty and penitent?"
She went to put a pot of coffee to brew then, returning to the stove to move the eggs onto the plate. Immediately Madison hurried to fry the bacon on the same pan - no time or patience to get another one, really. As she heard him speak Madison had to chuckle humorlessly. Canada. Of all places in the world to be from, he was from Canada. He continued to tell her about his past, and his finishing thought made her snicker. "Maybe you're really close to home. Almost close enough to touch, but just not enough."
Any of them could be, realistically. Who knew? Madison got the bacon nice and crisp, and turned off the stove. She turned to Jim with a smile, sliding sideways to pick up another plate and pulled half of the contents of the one Jim had gotten onto it. Then, she did the same with the bacon, and turned to Jim. "I think we have some orange juice in the fridge, if you like. Or we can make a fresh fruit one. There's nothing missing in this kitchen, not even a juice-maker."