"You had a rock lobbed at your head?" Harry asked incredulously, trying not to laugh at the mental image that kicked up. "I never thought artistry was such a dangerous job!" He exclaimed, finally allowing a small chuckle, green eyes sparkling with mirth. He never claimed to have a 'normal' sense of humor.
Harry watched Jack openly as the sketch artist got more comfortable in his seat, grinning as the young man introduced himself. "I'm Harry." He said, then shook his head a bit. "No, can't remember the last time I've been here, actually." He admitted with a sheepish smile, running a hand through his untidy hair.
Shifting to the left a bit as Jack asked him, he let his eyes shift from Jack to a tree just beyond his shoulder, tapping his fingers over the sides of his coffee cup a bit. "Er, do I have to sit perfectly still? I'm not very good at it." He barely waited until he'd finished speaking to bring the cup up to his lips, blowing into the small opening in the lid before taking a ginger sip. It was amazing hot hot coffee managed to stay.