It was a real big kitchen, all things considered, and James' eyes were open wide as he went about exploring it all. He didn't dare touch the cupboards, but he did peek inside the pantry, at the shelves upon shelves of food, more than he'd ever seen in one place, except for maybe the supermarket. Whatever this place was, James could tell that it was meant for a lot of people all at once, and he wondered briefly, thinking about the room that he'd seen, if it was a place for kids without families. Kids without parents.

An orphanage. That'd make sense.

Somehow, the thought was calming. Other kids without parents wouldn't ask him where his were. So he nodded, looking up at the woman. "Maybe I'll just stay with the other kids. But I'll do chores, swear I'll help out. Ain't no reason not to."