James gave a vague, but nonetheless regal, gesture of dismissal or apology. Either, both, whichever.
He didn't bother biting back a wide grin and the easy laugh that followed Sirius's demand. Too amused to argue, he began rummaging properly for breakfast-making ingredients. Opening the few cupboards, however, revealed little that was actually helpful. A more thorough sweep turned up little else, despite his high hopes for the fridge. The cooking, James could handle. He just tended to forget the ingredient-getting part of the process.
There was, after all, nothing the least bit entertaining about grocery shopping. This was really why it helped, living with women. Not that Ariana counted- she was a female, of course, but more of a girl, less of a buys-proper-groceries sort of female.
"Well, lovely as pancakes sound, all we've got is about a pound of bacon. And some eggs. And some rum," he called over his shoulder. Oh, yes- because rum and bacon sounded like an excellent breakfast. "Want some rum? Put it in orange juice, and technically it's breakfast?"