Harry leaned against the outside of the rink wall as he sipped his coffee. An eyebrow shot upward as she talked about her childhood. He wasn't entirely sure that was the same as ice skating, but it might help.
"Mm," he mulled the question over for a moment. "Aye. I grew up rather...restricted. Trying new things is a awfully big adventure," he said in a slightly mocking tone. Peter Pan was an idiot, but he did know adventure when he looked at it. Harry couldn't fault the twat for that. He glanced down at the skates she was wearing and cocked his head to the side slightly.
"Ye are going it alone? Brave of you." This wasn't quite what he had been expecting to do on his day off from the police department, but it was slightly entertaining. If he stuck around long enough he could probably watch a few people eat ice.