[James is not certain how to comfort children, particularly when you're going to have to deal with them mostly grown up in a few days. He leaves Peter where he is, disappearing into another room; when he returns, he tosses a folded blanket on the couch beside the boy.
And has an idea.]
I'm going to fix myself something to eat, then. [He juts his chin toward the kitchen, then heads in that direction. He's fairly certain he can make a grilled cheese, and he's fairly certain that children like that sort of thing.]
[spam]
And has an idea.]
I'm going to fix myself something to eat, then. [He juts his chin toward the kitchen, then heads in that direction. He's fairly certain he can make a grilled cheese, and he's fairly certain that children like that sort of thing.]