"We're all bloody gorgeous," John agreed flippantly, plating up the pancakes and putting them at the table with a slightly amount of flare despite the fact that they were only pancakes and that shouldn't have been much to write home about. But they were date pancakes and they were being served with wildly expensive wine.
He snapped his fingers and the lights dimmed slightly, a single candle at the table lighting itself. A parlor trick at best, but Peter and Claire had seen enough of John's heavy hitting moves recently to last at least another few weeks. Maybe even a month if they were lucky.
The pancakes were almost too sweet next to the wine, but it didn't stop him having two of them, even as he decided it was just fair game to be playing footsie with both Pete and Claire under the table while they ate.