James raised an eyebrow at the return of Chris' self control. Not that he minded- he'd been a bit worried for the older man's sake. The young chef poured himself another glass of orange juice, as he studied the elf. His instincts told him to consult with Alyth before cooking his meal- perhaps the usual items were not in order if he were the inquisitive type. He headed back to the kitchen with a bit of a spring in his step, however. It always seemed to him that Chris was one step from getting sucked into a whirlpool of disaster...perhaps that one step was enough, though.