"Bath time mutiny," James said gravely, but his eyes twinkled. "It's too embarrassing, don't make me tell you how I was thwarted by two devious little children. Suffice to say, they're clean enough for tonight, and I'll let you deal with bath time tomorrow." He was not a coward, but two nights of bath time was just too much for one man to handle.
James shed his clothes as she did, even taking the time to toss them in the hamper rather than leave them in a sad, sodden heap on the floor. He pulled on a pair of pyjama bottoms with golden snitches flittering about, and a Puddlemere t-shirt. His feet, he left bare despite the early autumn chill in the air. The house was warm enough, and he didn't like socks unless they were absolutely necessary.
When they were both in more comfortable clothes, they headed to the kitchen and James started on the soup. "So, any interesting stories from work?" He had a lot he wanted to tell Lily about, but it could wait until after she'd eaten.