"As if I'm not. I didn't go through the hassle of making these damn things just to look at 'em." Jim will indeed help himself to one of the apples, pleased by the smell of cinnamon and the way it holds together getting to his plate. Not that structural integrity matters too much when he's about to demolish it.

Truthfully, Jim had been saving room for this. He chuckles around the first bite, smiling too wide to be nervous.

"I knew I'd like it. I was more worried about you." Felix is welcome to take his time with the dessert, but Jim's never been one to dawdle at anything, and eating is no different. Even when he tries to take his time he's done quickly, and so is that glass of wine. It's showing on his face too, that he's had quite a bit of it.