Who: James, Sirius, Lily What: dinner! When: Monday night Where: Lily's new flat Warnings: TBA Status: incomplete
This was not the most comfortable of dinners, but James was enjoying it anyway. He ignored all of the tension in the room in favor of being pleased that he and two of his favorite people were hanging out together. That was the best strategy, he figured, since his mood was usually contagious, and he was more than fine with them (or Lily, at least, if she needed to) concentrating more on him than on the other if that was what it took to do this cordially. They were looking for a common ground, after all, and James figured that he would serve that purpose, at least until they'd found another.
They managed to get through the actual eating of dinner without any yelling, though James wasn't sure he could take the credit for that. At least part of it was thanks to Lily's cooking, which required concentration to eat without, well, grimacing. James made a valiant dent in the food she'd made, despite the burnt and overly salty tastes.
When he was done, he leaned back in his chair, putting his hands over his stomach. "I love your cooking, Lily," he said with a laugh, which was actually completely true. He had promised not to lie to her, after all. "That was a work of art by a master of the kitchen. A true, shining masterpiece of terribleness."