Jason smiled and nodded, of course he would stay. He loved Kinjo's family. They made him feel welcome and warm, the last family he had made him feel hated, unloved, unwanted... Most of all, very hurt. He rubbed his arm absentmindedly before looking to Kinjo with a smile,"She did? I'm glad." Jason really was. Meant less travel back and forth from his home especially if James kicked his butt out from the house. Patting Kinjo he chuckled, "Trust me its funner than Spanish." Jason said before looking to the food when it was there. Grabbing a fork he dug into the food smiling. Nodding his head seeing as his mouth was full, he then swallowed, "Yup yup." It was delicious! Better than his own cooking. Suddenly he wondered... Could his ghostly mother cook? He was tempted to vanish and ask her but she hadn't shown face since James got back, last he saw her was when she gave him the rose before James got home. She had said something about, death, being tied to James and she didn't want to be near the foul smell of blood.