"Sure."

Scorpius goes quiet. He rummages in James's icebox for something to drink, settling on a frosty looking bottle of butterbeer. As an afterthought, he pulls out a second one for James and then leans in to watch him stir the noodles in a pot. Muggle cooking is truly fascinating.

"Here," he says, keeping things light as he pushes the bottle into James's hand.