James half wished she'd drop the whole 'Mr Potter' thing. It simultaneously made him feel like he was being put in detention while chatting about his father. But then again, the poor girl would probably malfuction if he suggested she address Harry any differently... his son definitely had that kind of effect on some of the people here.
"Huh?" He was pulled from his thoughts by her words. "Oh. Nah, it's fine. I mean, it's mental, but it's fine. I'm just a one woman kind of bloke... I've fancied Lily since I was about thirteen, so maybe his way of doing things is a bit of a culture shock." He grinned easily at Savannah, pushing a low hanging branch out the way before it whacked him in the face.
Safe from any vicious trees, at least for now, James shoved his hands in his pockets as he listened. "I reckon the end of the world does that to people," he nodded. "I'm glad you got to be mates again though, at least." He kind of thought his grandkids needed them, although he didn't voice that opinion out loud.
"Well, I'll give it a try," he shrugged. The idea that the other Potters needed help in that department was vaguely depressing. Or would have been, if James had been in any position to be depressed. Still, he filed that information away for a day when he was willing to examine it more closely.
"Aw, Savannah!" He slung an easy arm around her shoulders. "You're going to make me cry. I reckon this will be the start of a beautiful, forest-based friendship. Well... as long as we don't get killed by curtains or doxies."