"You do not. Or you wouldn't be waiting for a French press to brew." He smirks at her because he knows. He never takes her words to heart, the effect of having been friends for years. He adores her just as much.

"If I conjure us up some breakfast are you going to turn your nose up at that to? Are you going to make me cook?" Probably not a good idea. Magic food is better than food on fire.