"Best friends who can kill each other at the drop of a hat? Interesting premise for a friendship," she said somewhat slowly, as if trying to understand the concept. Then again, his best friend was a Healer, so unlikely to ever attempt to murder anyone.
"So, movie night? Snacks? Oh!" he suddenly remembered and moved to pull a small pouch of his pocket - he set it on the table and muttered a spell to himself. "We have wine, beer, and the potential for cocktails. What's your... no, I can't, that's too easy. What would you like to drink?" As he spoke, he pulled bottles and cans - all held to the perfect temperature they needed to be thanks to contained cooling charms - from the pouch, now the size of a duffle bag.