Dora kissed Remus' cheek as he entered the kitchen. "Me, burn things? Remus, how could you ever think such a thing?" She smirked slightly as she stood on her toes to peck him again. Nevermind the fact that she'd just about forgotten about the chicken in the oven. Ah well, it would come back to mind in a bit... hopefully.
"We're in the kitchen, mum," she called back once she'd moved away from Remus' ear. She pulled down on her shirt and tugged up her jeans. It was happily freeing not to feel as if she was being tangled up in her robes. She'd always suspected that robes had a good deal to do with her clumsiness.
Dora turned back to Remus for a quick second. "Do you want to go grab the door?" She'd thought she'd heard another knock.