Both Felix and Jim have been so busy in the last year questing to track down all of the conjurer's relations as well as Jim's mission within the fleet that much of the strife that has plagued the Nexus since the winter before has completely gone under their radar. Felix would know more than Jim would, at any rate, considering how close he keeps an ear to the ground for gossip intelligence that might be of interest to Jim or his brother.

Whatever Jim might have been about to say in greeting is cut off with a pleasantly surprised 'oh!' at the bag of coffee beans offered to his hands. Is this what he thinks it is? He's too distracted to take notice if Felix's familiar takes its leave abruptly.

"Thank you, Amelia." There's no doubting he means it, either. Whatever bumps their paths may have had until now, Jim's well aware she's a friend to Felix. "If the dance we shared last night was anything to go by, I'd imagine he's only gotten more deft since you've last seen him."

Complimenting Felix is something they can both agree on, surely.

"Maybe you'll have to take him for a dance tonight just to be sure though."