"Yeah, Scor, gross," James says, wrinkling his nose like Al's and nudging the Slytherin boy with his shoulder. "Not like mum and da aren't together by themselves all the time when we're not home or anything." He pauses, though, the mocking expression giving way to something more thoughtful. "I can cook alright. If I'm not doing it the muggle way, I mean, I'm rubbish at muggle cooking. I can do that and you two can clean up and maybe we could beg off board games with that?"