"Mmm," James agreed, "Pizza sounds great, but I'm hopeless on dough. I'll do the sauce, then?" He nodded, turning to get started, grabbing pots and pans and fresh tomatoes. "Do you think you'd want to send a note to Sirius and Remus? It's been a while since we've had them over, but it being our first night off and all..." He wanted to say he'd understand if she didn't want to, but felt that sounded odd.
"Anyway," he said with a shake of his head, "Sauce." He grinned at her s he began chopping tomatoes, not bothering to watch his fingers or the sharp knife they wielded.