"Oh, I don't mind leftovers, neither does Teddy." Harry assured, shrugging a little. "He's usually not that picky of an eater, especially for his age. He loves vegetables," He said, grinning. "Anyway, I had him make all this because I wasn't sure what you'd like, and Romi suggested I have a variety." He admitted, "I can eat a lot of food, you'd be surprised!" He said, patting his stomach appreciatively. He could be quite the bottomless pit.
"Er, I'm not a rockstar. And I've never been to a club in my life." He said, quirking an eyebrow. "I can't dance." He flushed lightly at the memory of how horrible he must've looked at the Yule Ball, wondering vaguely if Jack had seen him. Ah well, that was years ago. "Sure, we can go wherever you'd like. Just let me know when you're done eating, and we'll get going!"