In many things Jason lived with a ghostly mother, had done so since he moved back into this old house. Though he was glad she kept back the dark soul of his father. With a sigh he began to grab a couple cans of stew then grabbed a box of rice, putting the rice in a pot of boiling water after a while he cooked it as well as cooked the stew in a separate pot. Listening to Kinjo he nodded with a sigh. Sure Jason was happy with his friend but he wanted him to meet his mother. Not many saw her, she avoided James but not him. With a scrunch of his nose he put some spices in the stew, "Yeah she actually doesn't come around much... Lately she avoids being-" he turned his head and blinked, "You poke me?" He asked. Then he paused. Lifting the spoon he looked to Kinjo, "Shes behind you." He said. Indeed she was. A free floating form of an almost all transparent young woman was against the wall looking to them. Her eyes were soft and so was the expression she carried. Jason began cooking again as she smiled at them, then looked to Soria. Remaining silent for the moment as Jason put two bowls of rice and as well as two of the stew on the table before going back and put chunks of stew meat on a plate for Soria. Looking to the ghost Jason smiled, "Hey mom." The woman smiled and waved. She turned her gaze to Kinjo and came closer to sit in a chair. Jason sat at the table to and began to eat. His mother then spoke in a soft echoed tone, "You are his friend?"