"You’re probably right," she agreed thoughtfully.  "I’ll put the coffee on."  She kissed him and rose from the bed they shared, dressing quietly, aware of his eyes on her.  She hummed to herself as she lit the fire in the woodburner and measured out coffee and water, then set the percolator on the old-fashioned stovetop.  Electricity tended not to work well around magic-users and so there was little beyond some electric lighting in the house that used electricity, and even then, they tended to use candles and oil lamps more frequently.