When Moira bounds off, James shrugs to himself, figuring she has cat business to go tend to, whatever that may be. He picks up the bucket with the small batch of vegetables he collected and walks over to the stairs. He is startled by the sound of Moira's voice behind him, her human voice, asking if he'll bring over her clothes. He glances around the garden, only to see bushes off a little ways, shaking with movement. He can see flashes of skin and the top of Moira's head poking out from the side. "Uh---" James averts his eyes away because that seems the decent thing to do, and because wow awkward. "Yeah. Just. Gimme a minute."

He heads back through the passageway, dumping the vegetables off on the small wooden table. He finds where he had left the bundle of Moira's clothes and returns to the garden as quickly as he can. "Um. Clothes," he says, approaching the spot where she's hiding. He places them on the ground, pretending the bush is covering everywhere it needs to cover, which it mostly is thank goodness. Then he heads back inside so she can dress in private, and so he can forget that just happened.