James & Lily
"I do let you have a rather long leash, I believe," she mused. Normally, an observation like the one James made would just be taken as the joke that it was, however in light of her conversation with Peter, Lily was feeling a little wounded and prone to taking certain things personally.
"You and Harry both seemed to think it was," she laughed, leaning a little closer to him. "Then again, neither of you were the ones who got to clean it up." Not that she minded being a housewife or anything that came with it. Lily had never felt more at peace than she did married to James and with Harry in their lives.
"Good, I wouldn't want you feeling inadequate." She knew she got lucky with James, especially after denying her attraction to him for as long as she had. If this was to be their life now, she was willing to keep an open mind about what their future might hold. Admittedly, Lily had been mulling over a few possibilities - she would just need to get James on board with them, which she had no doubt she could do.
"I can tell," she smirked. "Is it terrible that I can't remember the last time we did something like this?" She felt like they both grew up much faster than either would have liked because of the war and the prophecy.
Lily eagerly kissed James back - clinging to him as if they were alone. Perhaps she had more to drink than she thought. Allowing him to help her stand, she looked up at him with shock on her face. "You'll trust me to pick something? Aren't you worried I'll go for tequila?"