James glanced over his shoulder at her as he got things together for cocoa and started heating them on the stove. At least the appliances could still function without magic. He'd have to curl up in a hole to die if he couldn't get his coffee in the mornings.
"Hey. I make spaghetti, too," he pointed out. Not exactly from scratch, but that was beside the point. "And breakfast. I'm good at breakfast." Meaning eggs and bacon. That was about the extent of his talents. Although he did poor a mean bowl of cereal, if you wanted to go down that road.
"I have a feeling I may regret this, but why don't you pick one out while I do this?" he asked as he gave the pot on the stove a stir. "Just, you know, no zombie or werewolf movies." He was still a little gunshy on both.