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ArianaBlack 
To be fair, if he really had all the kitchens in the world to choose from... He probably would've chosen one stocked with firewhiskey. But seeing at choices were limited, he'd settle for the one kitchen in the world where Nana Ichihara happened to be present. It was a fine second option. One that he wouldn't mind being an option more often, though he'd never admit that out loud.
He loved that he could get under her skin. It was perhaps what made this moment most enjoyable. Though, he wasn't doing it out of malice. He just liked those moments where she wasn't putting on the perfect, pristine, graceful front. It was refreshing to see her in those slight moments of chaos. 'Slight' being the correct word here because Nana was never unfazed for too long. Which made the challenge all the more fun. "That explains..." he managed to suppress the urge to chuckle, but couldn't withhold the amusement in his facial features. "the choice look for this evening," she looked as if she was ready for bed. Probably wasn't expecting to see anyone down here, which was great news for James.
"It's quieter at night," though he honestly didn't come down here much during the day, so that could've been incredibly incorrect. "And I don't normally have company," he grinned. Not complaining though. Not this time.
Grabbing his tea and the small plate of dates, he walked over to one of the nearby tables. "Care to join me?" Though it was a question, he was fully expecting her to walk right over... seeing as he was pulling out a chair for her. See, he was SUCH a gentleman.
Pursed lips, brows raised, it was a perfect looks of questioning as James trailed off all while gesturing to this evenings pajama set. She wanted to scoff, but instead cleared her throat. It would do her well not to let him know that the mischievous glint in his eyes was in fact, tempting her to amusement. "My Pajamas." She paused, giving him a dry look. "You say that as if there's something wrong with them." These were silk, James Draper and
had been tailored especially for her by a friend, they were anything but silly and yet... James made her feel as if she were wearing some outrageous costume.
Quieter at night you don't say? Nana never would have guessed!
What a remarkable surprise. Ridiculous, Nana was too
embarrassed annoyed to make her little quip aloud, she didn't ned to answer him, after all. Even if he was grinning at her and being quite personable for a James Draper. HMPH.
No, she would keep her pale pink lips shut tight until the House-elf returned with her food, then she'd bd the man goodnight and head off to bed- "I suppose." Who'd said that? Though the words had slipped past her own teeth and lips Nana was certain it hadn't been her decision to acquiesce to his dining request. She also seemed to find herself moving forward and sitting in the seat James had pulled out- WHAT WAS THIS, HAD SHE BEEN CONFOUNDED? no, no, she was just being polite sitting here with him as she waited. That was all. "Thank you, James." She said, straightening back and crossing one leg over the other. Having made herself quite comfortable, she glanced toward his little set up. "... Dates?" What an odd fruit choice.