Jim takes a few bites while Hunter talks, glad that he's able to listen without his mouth demanding he interrupt with whatever inane thought has crossed his mind. It'd be a shame if this home-cooked omelet got cold due to his inability to shut up.

"I didn't know there was a fake you except what stupid people assume when they see you." By now, he's pretty much given up on apologizing for his phrasing. Hunter hasn't taken any offense so far, and he seems to get that there's nothing Jim can do about considering his words before he speaks, at the moment.