James nodded. He could manage tea, even for a skilled potioneer like Severus Snape. That said, Lily was a skilled potioneer too and her kitchen skills were even worse than his own. He gestured vaguely at the sofa and chairs.
"Take a seat," he said. "You know, wherever." And with a shrug he took off to the kitchen, thinking that if he was nice and slow with the tea then he and Snape would have to see as little of each other as possible. Maybe he could hunt out some biscuits too...