Casually walking along, cigarette nestled comfortable between his fingers, James couldn't help but shake his head.
"No, no, no," he insisted. "They don't eat brains to get smarter, zombies jut think brains are delicious."
And who knew, maybe brains were delicious, not that James particularly cared to find out. Still, it was hard to bash what you've never tried. He never though he'd enjoy raw fish wrapped in seaweed, either. It would have been impossible to account for all the hours upon hours James and Sirius had spent debating the finer points of such scholarly details over the course of their lives.
"Alright, here's what I don't understand about vampires - why aren't they all hanging out in Alaska? I mean, half the year there's no sunlight there," he explained. "Not that I would mind sleeping all day. You know, not that that wasn't the standard MO during the summers between school years."
This was perfect. James knew that Regulus had been to visit while he and Remus had spent the day at the Globe, but hadn't pressed the issue. He had a sneaking suspicion that discussing that ordeal was probably best done over pints. And really, the more time he spent out of the house, the more enjoyed being out in the city.