He chuckled. "Loose... your shoes? That's strange. I can't honestly say I've ever heard that before. So... I always carry muggle notes. What do you have in mind then?" he asked, a thrill of excitement flooding through him.
He'd rather missed the adventure of not knowing what was coming next. During the war, it had been easy for him to become a bit of an adrenaline junkie, since things came at him so fast he could barely get his bearings. Of course he could never have confided this almost perverse pleasure he got from the adrenaline rush to anyone or they'd have thought he was crazy... it was a large reason why he'd always loved the idea of being an auror, and since he left the Ministry, he'd been ignoring that bit of himself more and more. Of course traveling with Luna gave him some satisfaction for this longing, but he had a feeling that partying with his Dad would lend itself to a completely different kind of adventure, one that would fulfill his perverse longing.
If ever James had been beaming before, he was no positively radiating contentment. This, after all, was where he thrived - spur of the moment plans where the primary objective was a bit of harmless, reckless fun. The air around them was now snapping with a familiar energy, one of anticipation, expectation, and the promise of the road less traveled.
"Believe me, I understand it no better," he laughed. "I mean, at least when a skirt runs off with your shirt you can kind of sort out how she got it from you in the first place. But shoes? It's ridiculous. Hence the charm."
While snuffing out his cigarette James mulled over exactly how to sort out the day practically. Taking a contemplative drink of his beer, the foggy path in his mind seemed to clear. When he began to speak, it was clear that he was sort of puzzling it out as he went along. Not that it was complicated, but a proper sequence of events was always good to have ahead of time.
"First, we'll have to find the appropriate sort of neighborhood so I can owl your mum, lest she worry. Maybe see if we can't pick up a few odds and ends, thought it'd probably best if we did a bit of obscuring our appearances while we're around the wizarding world, just to be on the safe side. Then we'll transfigure our clothes a bit to better blend in at our desired destination. And then, after I win the bet, I am supremely confident that like any good investor I can take twenty quid and turn it into something significantly more amusing," he said with something of a drawl. Half-done plans were rather less of his specialty. If you're going to go, why not go all out? "Somehow I don't quite get the impression the Petunia was one for letting you out for parties."