James' words warmed her better than any charm could ever manage. Sometimes it was easy to let the little green monster appear when her cousins interacted with their parents and to get caught thinking about why her own parents had left, but there were times like these when she realized how lucky she was to know other versions of her parents. Back home she had a family that loved her and knew everything about her, but here she had another set that had the opportunity to know her for who she was, not who she had been her entire life.
She pressed closer, feeling secure in his tight embrace, before she pulled back as the kettle started to whistle. "I found a tin of black tea," she explained, casting her gaze around for the oven mitts she had placed on the prep table, "but I'm sure there are other types around here somewhere if that doesn't appeal to you. And, if we're lucky, there might be some biscuits hidden somewhere."