"Tryin' t'beat you is the hurry!" Jim grumbles around his own coughing fit. He's going to end up taking a third of a cup of extra drink just to clear out his throat. After a minute or so he's got it under control, exacerbated somewhat by Lartia's spluttering as well causing Jim to half laugh half cough.

They're both more or less in order. The silence that falls over the table after she's asks goes on a beat too long. Jim's dropped his gaze into his cup several times already as their game has gone on but this time it lingers there a moment and his thumb traces the lines of magic woven in to his bracers. Magic Marcella herself put there so Jim could help bring her cousin home.

It won't drag out much further though. Jim forces himself to look up with a smile that's well practiced if not a bit lopsided.

"Nothing we couldn' get him back out've. S'all that matters."