"Well, it was for the television and the sound system, and the dee vee player, and all the films..." He'd gone a little over the top. But he loved it so far. And that was... well, it wasn't exactly a drop in the bucket, but when you were bringing in tens of thousands of galleons per year, 600 wasn't that big of a deal. He had three or four times that in his trust fund, simply accumulating interest.
"What kind do you like? Funny? Sad? Romantic?" He waggled his eyebrows at her. "It'll have to be another night, I'm sure one of the fuckers here will interrupt us tonight."