Sighing James raised his head, touching his hands to his forehead before putting them both up in the air as a sign of surrender. "Fine. But we should do a bit more than pink hair. Perhaps pig snouts. Or...or, I don't know. We need a signature. Something that says, 'Yeah, the Marauder's were here. Not that we're not going to get it for this. But, you know what I mean?" Nodding silently James muttered a few things before turning back to Sirius.
"Are you quite done stuffing your face? Because if you are," James quickly took out his wand and flicked it at dishes so that they would make their own way to the sink. "I was thinking we could take a little camping trip in the woods out back. I haven't gotten a chance to stretch my legs, if you know what I mean."
Getting up, James made his way quietly upstairs, everything was already in his room. Even the unopened bottle of firewhiskey in the dresser by his bed.