James could tell that she had some trouble with feeling like she mattered to him, which was understandable; he didn't have the instinct to reach out to a daughter the way he did to the other versions of his son, but that was circumstantial, not personal. He had watched Harry miss his mum for long enough, and it bothered him to think that she had been missing her parents and he hadn't noticed. If any child of his was here without their parents, he wanted to be here for them. And it was impossible for him not to love a child of his and Lily's, anyway.
He felt immensely better for being here, for being able to do something to make her feel better. "Suits me just fine," he said. Letting her go this time was easier, and he hunted around the kitchen before coming up with the biscuits. He set them down on the table and slid into his seat, taking a bite of one of them and swallowing it before giving her a grin. "So, did anything this exciting happen the last time you were at Hogwarts, back home?"