He laughed, shaking his head at her as the soup heated on the stove. The place had belonged to Muggles before him, so it was wired for electricity and all their appliances and whatnot, but he didn't use any of it except the television-- too much risk of magic making it all go wonky.
Once everything was ready, Lance fixed two bowls of the soup and grabbed a couple beers from his fridge (thank Godric beer wasn't necessarily something that went bad, at least not as often as everything else did) and headed for the couch.
"Here yeh are. I can get yeh water if yeh're not supposed to drink that with the potions they gave yeh."