Penny found what she was looking for before he could even put the pieces together. Good, he wasn't very organized himself, kept everything in the notebook or it would be lost; but he had always been like that and could work easily in such conditions. "Excellent," he passed her a grin and stood from the stool he'd been perched on, stretching out his back and reaching high, nearly touching the ceiling of the basement workshop before motioning for the stairs.

He squinted at the change in light once they were upstairs. "Kettle? I can make the tea." Limited as he was, Alvin had a few kitchen skills that had allowed him to live with a bunch of friends in the States without starving to death. He left his notebook on the counter as he filled the kettle from the tap and lit the stove with his wand. Fire still made him all sorts of leery, even in the small amount of the burner flame, but he managed to keep the wince off his features, but stepped back quickly once the kettle was settled.

"Anything on the list, then?" He thought that even though they had stepped away, she wasn't going to stop thinking about it.