Jim has the lead. Felix is lagging behind, still looking about curiously. He's wondering how much he should ask about this place when he reaches the kitchen and... it takes a minute of him looking around to realize it is the kitchen. There's no hearth, which is probably more unexpected than it should be. He just expects the fire to be the focus of the room, as a matter of instinct.

It'll take Jim prompting him with the wine to stop him looking around wide-eyed at the counters and the neat cupboards and the sheer lack of smoke stains. Pizza? Oh!

"Ah- thank you - once." He recovers his smile and a little of his balance, sipping the wine to try and act relaxed. "A Nexus friend introduced me. Let's see, what do we have?" He strolls over to inspect the toppings, grinning a little. Pizzas are basically like dinner alchemy: every combination must be tried to find the best effects.