"Falling stars? Sure, those are falling stars," James agreed easily. They could just as well be falling stars as clouds or owls. "I'm starting to think the pirate themed birthday was a mistake. It's been nothing but pirates for the last month."
Though, the pirate-themed birthday had been epic, even if he still wasn't sure what he was going to do with the refinished pirate ship. "The ship's still moored at the Great Lake. Sooner or later I expect Dumbledore's going to want me to dispose of it, but I don't know where I'll put it. There's not a lot of storage options for a 300 ton ship."
Once the artwork had been admired, James summoned a couple of plates and dished up the leftovers. "Compliments of Mrs. Lily Potter. She was certain you wouldn't have eaten, and I was certain she was right."