James' smirk fades to a softer hint of a smile as he listens to Raju and Francis banter a little, and he does wonder about when Francis gained the experience he's talking about, but doesn't question it for now. There are still several things he has yet to ask about--he still hasn't heard what happened to Francis' hand--but none of that is appropriate to bring up right now.

He nods in affirmation to Francis' not-question and takes the offered knife, gathering the roots--he recognizes burdock but is less certain of the arrowhead--and beginning to dice them carefully; although he's quite a bit steadier now than he had been the first few days after arriving, he still knows better than to be too confident with a sharp object just yet, especially since his thoughts are already wandering from the task at hand.

This whole little scene is very... Domestic. Not that that's necessarily a problem, something just feels a little odd about it, and after a few moments of contemplation James places what it is; it's how practiced all of this is, how familiar both Raju and Francis seem to be with each other, and with the house. That isn't a problem either, he just has to wonder--

"How long have you been living here?" In this particular cabin is what he means, and it's aimed at both of them, but he'll also take answers to the adjacent question of how long each of them has been in this place in general.