So the cake last year had worked. Remus had been able to do something to it which had given it all the structure it completely lacked, and Sirius had redeemed himself by appearing with relatively well-made icing, even if most of it had been all over his face. Why James had thought this indictive that any of them were safe to be in a kitchen, he didn’t know, but then he’d gone and promised Lily a home-cooked dinner. He was going to remember the lecture his father gave him on the proper use of fire-conjuring spells for a week…