James was decidedly unconcerned with the trappings of hospitality. Marauders were more like family than most families, and making himself at home at Remus's place - wherever that happened to be - was sort of second nature.
Slipping off the counter, he didn't say anything. Not that chocolate was a bad idea. In fact, it was a good idea. James just didn't see why it was pitched as a matter of 'or' when 'and' was almost always more appealing. So he pulled down a bar of chocolate, and the bottle of coconut rum. And didn't even bother to roll his eyes over the island-based bias of alcohol available.
On the other hand, it wasn't like chocolate and coconut didn't go perfectly nicely together. Folding back the wrapper, he took a bite before setting it down on the counter to free up his hands to open the bottle. Not really wanting to hear Remus offer him a glass after he took a drink directly from the bottle, James just plowed right along with the conversation.
"So-- it's always been blokes for you, or is our dear Padfoot the exception?" Not that it mattered, but James couldn't help being a little curious.