In all honesty, James was excited about having his new friend over as everything was finally decided. He felt a tap on his head and looked over, "Huh? Oh, uh, alright," He said quickly, getting up off the ground and following after her, completely oblivious that they were the subject of conversation once they had left the area. He saw her sit down on a swing and stepped behind the one beside her, tugging at the chains and checking it as she already began to swing rather high. He watched as she rose to the apex of her seat's arc and seemed to be in a whole different world. He was never one for heights; they made him rather uncomfortable, but he sat down and pushed himself back, penduluming back and forth slowly. However, he didn't really try to get any form of momentum running, he was happy with a sweet little back-and-forth motion, enjoying being a slightly more secluded area. It was refreshing to know somebody who just liked to talk and make her own conversation.

He tilted his head slightly, "Autumn's my favourite... I like long sleeves and that perfect time in October when the leaves are on the ground, but the trees still have plenty of them," He shared thoughtfully. While James didn't often dress up for Halloween anymore, he enjoyed the idea of the holiday. He didn't want to embarrass himself by saying so, but he also looked forward to school starting again; he didn't see his friends as much over the summer as he did during the school year. The routine and structure were rather comforting; he loved that organization in his life.

"What's your favourite class?" He asked, looking over to her curiously. "I like math... Dad says it's in my blood, he's an engineer for the government, but doesn't really like to talk about it. I think it's really cool," He said enthusiastically, a bright smile on his face, his eyes shining slightly in clear admiration. "My mum stays at home, but she says she goes out with her friends while we're at school. I don't think she does it as much as she says so because the house is always clean and dinner is getting started when we get home," He noted with a shrug.

James had always been rather observant, despite his age - his mother said he had an eye for detail like she did. In fact, if one looked around their house, a lot of the paintings on the walls were done by her; James had very little artistic talent, but he did pay attention to the finer points of whatever he worked on.