Even in a dress, which she doesn't feel is overly fancy, Moira thinks little of the whole 'dress fancy for dates' type of rules, a perspective she gleaned from past experiences wherein she found she enjoyed herself more the less she worried about her personal appearance. Yet, coming over to James, she felt like she ought to dress up a little more than usual, if only to alert him to the fact that her interest felt more than 'friendly' now. She admitted to herself as she was preparing to come over; she found James attractive and she wanted to see what would come of it.

As she walks into the kitchen with him, she notices the scent of the cooking lobster right away and her stomach growls; she can't recall the last time she'd had lobster, only that it has been too long.

"Hey, don't sell yourself short," she says, taking in the aromas and the plates set out for them. "Lobster is a hell of a dish, and it looks great."

It's oddly domestic, him cooking the meal they are about to eat, and Moira finds herself looking forward to it all the more because of that fact.

She slides into the stool beside him and makes sure to tuck her own napkin in.

"Thanks for having me over and thanks for cooking," she tells him with a smile.