After quickly downing his meal, James had taken to doing the mess of dishes left over from it. Not a difficult task by any means, but the artist considered it rather boring, all things considered. With his mind set adrift, he soon found that it had immediately snapped to the she-wolf in his living room, mere yards from him. That was understandable, though... He had been fascinated and inspired by wolves for about as long as he could remember, and had suddenly found himself face to face with one.

He grinned broadly as he lost focus on his task... until he heard the clicking of the wolf's claws on the linoleum. His hands automatically started back on scrubbing the dishes, albeit a little slower than before, as he turned to look at the face of the creature who disturbed his thoughts. "Heya, CC... Lemme guess. Still hungry?" He nodded at the bowl in her maw. "Sorry... no dice. Still, thanks for bringing the bowl over, I guess..." He took it from her, then grinned to himself. "Guess whoever left ya to me musta had you pretty well trained."

As he turned back to the sink, he noticed that he'd been washing the last dish repeatedly up to that point and frowned. The rest were already all sitting in the drying rack. "... I really need to stop spacing like that." He grumbled, then washed CC's plastic bowl. "I'll probably grab you a tougher bowl while I'm out tomorrow, too... Ya handled this one pretty gently, but I don't wanna have to go and replace all my Tupperware if that was just a fluke."

He set the newly cleaned bowl aside, then turned to the wolf with a tired grin. "Well... I'm pooped. It was a [i]long[/i] day at work today... I think ya got about the right idea with that TV, there." He started over towards the couch, chuckling as he heard the intro to the next re-run episode of another show come on through the speakers of his modestly sized flat screen. "Whadaya say? Care ta join me, or should I just head off for bed?" He chuckled, obviously not expecting an answer of any form from the canine.