Dom smiled ever so slightly as she took a large sip of the bourbon. "I'm not quite happy with Petersen at the moment. I'm not sure if I'd be able to word a response to him nicely enough to work." Mostly because if she managed to speak to him in person it would be yelling and if she wrote him a response it would inevitably get into the problem of where her sister was.
"Potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce. I can handle that. Are your pots in the cabinets?" She'd need one for the potatoes once she peeled them, though given her magic that wouldn't take too long. Dom moved the potatoes into a corner, murmured a spell at them and started the potatoes peeling themselves ever so perfectly. The pros of being a witch.