((Sorry for the delay, lots of friends round and I've been sent on another tea run.
I'm able to tap into my character very well at present, let's see if you can guess why stare ))
James hadn't heard someone laugh so much since he left England. People in Barton were nice enough, but their sense of humour must have had a shipping delay, or maybe a mix-up. Either way it sucked, it sucked very much. Still, it was nice to be in the company of an attractive woman and have her laughing at his crazy antics, it made him feel better about the situation. Either she knew he was high, or she was just ambiguous and enjoying it anyway, both made his smile grow. Even around mouthfuls of muffin he managed to laugh, mainly at the fact she was giggling so much and laughter was contagious, but also because for the first time in a few weeks he was having a good laugh.
With a quarter of the muffin safely stored in his food sack for later digestion... no, wait, his stomach. How much Futurama had he been watching lately? Who knew. Anyway. Half the muffin was gone and he washed it down with a hefty swig of the hot chocolate. It was one of the best he had ever tasted, so chocolatey and hot. After a few dabs of his lips with a napkin, he half turned on his stool to face her, fully engaging both the woman and his food; multi-tasking for the win.
"I was just on my way to the shop on the corner, y'know the one?" He motioned out of the door and to the right, "Good place, has nice food considering it's not as fresh as a deli and such. Of course this place lured me in and I have no doubt that shop will miss my custom." He laughed and shook his head, "And tell me, how does a French woman come to be in Barton. I mean, sure I'm here, but that's because England sucks. But France, now that's a nice country."