Yes

James only just stopped her hand before her fingers touched the hot metal. He gestured with his head toward the egg, which they watched sizzle and crackle as it began to fry on contact. Her skin turned white, and she backed away. James tried to smile, but she must have taken that as a threat. She bared her own teeth and slowly started crouching down. Having left his phone in his room, he had to resort to placing his palms on the counter. Thankfully, it seemed as long as his palms were on something it meant peace. She stared at him and the cooking egg for awhile before calming down and taking a seat on the carpet.

After making sure she wouldn't feel threatened, James made his way back to the fridge. "What to feed you...I don't think I have anything else that's got...mold. I don't even have mushrooms... Would you even eat mushrooms?", he mused aloud. He turned to face her, only to see that she now had an egg in her mouth and was sucking the liquid contents down happily. He shrugged, and handed her another. "Well, that works I suppose..."

After his breakfast finished cooking, and his coffee was done brewing, he prepared some ham that she refused to touch and sat at the counter to eat. She hovered near him closely, visibly confused at the utensils he used. He set his plate down and turned to face her. "Alright, we need communication. Let's start here.", he held up a fork in between their faces and said plainly, "Fork."

She trilled and tapped it.

"Fffffffffffork."

Another trill.

"Ffffffffork."

She tried to mimic his word, but what came out sounded like hissing followed by a harsh click from the back of her throat. He set it down and set his palm on his chest. "James."

She stared blankly.

"James.", he repeated while patting his chest. She reached out and put her palm on his chest. His lips pursed. This time he tried pointing. "James."

She managed to work out something that sounded like a French person speaking with a disfigured, full mouth. "Jshaaymhh." half hissed and clicked out of her throat while she poked him.

He smiled and nodded, "Right! James.", he said. He followed by gently poking her shoulder and cocking his chin sideways. She looked at his hand, his face, and then seemed to understand. A series of clicks and trills came from her, lowering, rising, and then turning high pitched before ending abruptly.

"...Yeah, I don't think I can pronounce that..."

She turned her attention to the food on his plate, and then the coffee next to it. After a few glances, she reached for the mug and then pulled away. James looked at her, and shrugged before preparing a small amount of coffee for her and setting it in front of her hand. "I'd normally share but...I had this really bad reaction to shrimp once as a kid and...well, who knows what kind'a stuff you're made of?"

Predictably, he got no real response. At least he now had some hope of communication. He watched as she raised the cup to her lips and tilted, wondering what her reaction would be.