"We're here, we're here!" James said promptly as he almost stumbled out of a hasty apparation. He straightened up and ran a hand through his hair, trying for all the world not to look as though he was covered in flour and still wearing an apron.
She'd wanted biscuits, and so he'd tried biscuits. James was not altogether good at baking. It wasn't that it was complicated, least not any more so than the NEWT level potions class he'd managed to score an Outstanding in. But there was something about mixing the butter in a certain way that had made the flour go poof, which had ended up in him blinking at Lily from behind a white dusted face. She'd laughed, and they'd ended up throwing flour all about the kitchen, making a giddy, happy, ridiculous mess. They'd hastily cleaned up a little once they'd gotten Ed's patronus, and it hadn't taken them long to get to his place, really. A few minutes was all. They were here now.
And he was wearing that flour covered apron still. "Bollocks. Never mind the frills. It was a gift from Lily's mother," James said, smiling sheepishly. He wasn't embarrassed. He didn't really do embarrassed.
"What's all this then? Oh, and hello, all. Alice, you're looking beautiful as ever. Fabian, hell of a lot cleaner than the last time, and smelling a mite less ripe. Good hygiene! Afternoon, Bones! Would've brought biscuits, but, well, we didn't quite finish them. Let us through the wards so Lily can sit down. I've tired her out with my charm and hilarity."