He chuckled, shaking his head. "Leave it to those two." he smirked. "Um... I don't care, I'll leave it to you. Anything you've wanted to see? I'm so far behind that I don't know what's come out in the last 3 years! So maybe you can pick something... anything. I don't really care." he shrugged, wandering with her to the white sofa and falling into it, groaning... the sofa was SO comfortable!
When he settled into the soft, overstuffed cushions, she couldn't help but laugh. "Be careful," she warned with a smirk. "Every now and then it will try to swallow you." Letting her fingers flit over their containers, she came to rest on Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, something the had picked up because the cover was so pretty. Popping it into her player, she mentioned, "Now, I haven't seen this one yet, but the box says it's supposed to be very good. Do you care for Chinese action movies?"
He laughed, trying to extract himself from the sofa and move himself into a more comfortable position, which he finally did when she asked him about the movie. "Well, don't recall that I've ever seen a Chinese movie at all, but why not? It seems to be a theme tonight, Chinese food, Chinese movie." he grinned. "Maybe we should always do theme nights." he suggested, then blushed a bit. He was assuming there would be future nights! He never did things like that.
Luna had a wild appreciation for themed events and get-togethers. "That's brilliant," she beamed, making her way back over to the couch. She was about to ask him what sort of food to eat for an American Western when her door bell rang. Delighted with the delivery place that was just around the corner, Luna answered the door and paid for their food. Not bothering with plates, she simply joined Harry on the sofa, crossing her legs and placing the bag in her lap to divvy up their dinner. "Excellent call, Mr. Potter," she smiled contentedly, handing him his carton of kung pao chicken and a pair of chopsticks as the movie quietly began. Taking the lo mien for herself, she set the rest of it on the large, low coffee table. "I'm very glad we decided to stay in." It sounded strange to her ears, to say 'we' as she had, but it sounded nice, she concluded, lifting a bit of food to her mouth.
He took the food hungrily, happily. "Oooh, looks brilliant." he said, looking into the carton for only a moment before he dug in. He smiled at the "we". It sounded nice, but he wouldn't dare say it. "So... this is terrible, but do you mind if I kick off my shoes?" he asked, looking at her white sofa. He liked to sit with his feet under him, but her white sofa was less than conducive to that with his shoes on.
Covering her mouth as she laughed, she shook her head, "No, not at all." With a certain lack of refinement, she slurped another noodle before pulling her hand through her hair, pushing the locks over her shoulder. "You know, I don't see how you can stand to wear shoes for so long - I'd much rather be barefoot. Even wearing flip flops is something of a sacrifice for me - but I suppose it wouldn't do to scamper about Diagon Alley with no shoes on."
"Yeah?" he asked, kicking his trainers off and pushing them over to the corner, followed by his socks. Now wearing his jeans and a t-shirt with bare feet, he really felt at home. He curled his feet under him and dug in again, chuckling around a mouth full of food. "I dunno, reckon it's more seemly for a bloke to wear shoes. I don't mind so much, I sort of like my trainers. They're a muggle brand. One of my few splurges in the past few years. They make it so my feet don't hurt when I'm at work and on my feet for hours and hours." he shrugged, looking at her feet. "Besides, I think your feet are a lot nicer looking than mine." he grinned.