James rolled his eyes teasingly at the 'Marauder-adjacent' comment, but made a mental note to hassle the rest of the group and get something locked in. It had been much too long since they'd had a night out all together, one which wasn't coloured by war and the Order and every other horrible distraction. And hopefully they could find a way to work with this Peter thing as well.... Whatever that might be.
Satisfied, he shoved the rest of the bread into his mouth, washing it down with a gulp of juice. Lily was smiling up at him cheekily, and he frowned suspiciously, dropping the bottle from his lips for a moment as his hand crept towards a particularly tempting cauldron cake.
'Turns out, you're going to be a father, again.'
Everything stopped for a second, as if the world was giving James' brain a second to catch up. He was barely listening to her as she carried on about cribs and Padfoot and whatever other bonkers thing...
A baby.
"Wait!" James was vaguely aware he'd dropped his rather large piece of cauldron cake and was now kneeling in the cheese and onion tart, reaching out to grab her hands and stop her talking. "Lily. Wait, wait, wait... Are you joking? Are you really?"