Harry poured the firewhiskey for his dad and then absentmindedly waived a finger while mouthing a spell and the glass floated toward James. He was usually careful to use a wand with people around, because people got nervous when they saw the power, but he seldom did at home, and he stopped worrying about Draco years ago.
"You don't drink a lot, do you?" He'd noticed at the lunches that she tended to stick to water or juice. "This is really light, though. It's elvish wine and I keep it for Draco who can't hold his liquor," he said, grinning. Harry sent her glass her way before pouring his own drink and finally going to the armchair, facing them.
"I'm glad you wanted to do this. I know we have lunch together, but it's...different." Things were improving, but there was a lot of evasion still.