"The Tornados?! Oh no! But I guess I have to give you Brevis Birch. He does lead them pretty well," and he smiled over at her as he began to put on the water for the coffee. He pulled beans out of the fridge, and set them to grinding with a spell. He had a French press that he liked to use; something he had picked up when had really starting getting into good coffee. He was grinning now; they were talking about Quidditch! He couldn't believe it! And she liked coffee. He checked in the fridge, and found a bag of pastries he had put in there the day before. He pulled them out as well, and used a heating charm to warm them slightly. He found a plate, and felt proud of himself for offering his meager domestic services to her.
"Go ahead and look in the rooms," and then he stopped as he set up the coffee to brew, and thought he'd give it a few minutes before he'd press it, "Wait, here. Let me show you," and he moved past the couch to turn right. The three bedrooms were along this hall; the master bedroom had its own bath and a large walk in closet that clearly had a charm on it to make it roomier. The other two rooms had simple beds in them; they served his family who came to visit and they shared a bath between them.
When she was looking at the rooms, he took the time to open the drawer and snatch that little box he had for her.
"It's not much, but it works fairly well," he said as he moved back to the kitchen to press out the grounds, leaving a rich dark looking liquid in the glass container. He got two cups, and put them out, and went to the fridge for his cream. The sugar was just there.