As soon as the door clicked shut, Luna was quickly changing into her first outfit. Contented chewing her lip she pulled another pair of jeans and dusky rose blouse from her closet. "I think we could manage three," she called through the door. She'd send off an owl to work, certain it wouldn't be a problem. She pulled an aged brown leather bag from beneath her bed, quickly tossing in the necessary assortments of undergarments. Slipping her second shirt over her tank top, she pulled the door open to let Harry know she was done changing when he came out of the bathroom. Also into the bag went another set of pajamas. "I suppose the second order of business should be finding a place to stay - the first of course being lunch," she added when her stomach rumbled.
"Yeah, lunch..." he mumbled as he changed quickly, pulling on his tight-fitting, rather beaten brown t-shirt, boxers and jeans. He'd forgotten to bring socks into the bathroom, but it wasn't as though that were anything lacking in modesty. She'd seen him in his boxers, after all! He stepped out, and noticing that the bedroom door was open, stepped in without a second thought. "So... first order is stopping by my flat to get some clothes for me." he smiled, looking at her approvingly. "You're lovely." he said with a smile, pulling his socks out of his bag and plunking on his side of the bed to put them on. "I'm starving, so maybe we should have something of a snack before we go?"
"Well, I suppose you've got to wear something," she smirked, picking up her wand from her bedside table. She wondered if she'd ever stop blushing when he complimented her. Twisting her hair atop her head and securing it in place with her wand, she walked over to pull a small compact from the drawer of her sink. It was a clever little travel set she'd picked up that held all the toiletries she'd need, something she always took out of habit more than actual necessity. "I've got a few scones in the kitchen and some apples - I guess we could call that breakfast," she suggested, walking back into the bedroom and popping the compact in her bag. Empty stomach aside, she did love that they tended to sleep in.
"Suppose that'll work. I'd offer something at my flat, but I can't guarantee Hermione went shopping." He smiled broadly. "If I keep staying here the way I've been, I think I'll have to start kicking in for groceries here. So... you sorted?" he asked, making his way into the kitchen to hunt for the aforementioned food items.
A final rummage through her bag looked assured her she had everything she wanted to take. She laughed when he mentioned how often he'd been taking her meals with her. Apart from how much she loved having him over, it was a fantastic excuse to try cooking new things, figuring out what he liked or just trying something that perked her interest. Following him down the hall, she slipped on a strappy pair of sandals while Harry ducked into the kitchen. It was strange to think how familiar the sound of him moving about her home had become. "All ready," she called, her voice full of excitement. "How're we going then?"
"Well, I assumed we'd floo to my flat. It's just easier when you're carrying things." he mumbled as he pulled out the food and placed it in a paper bag for them. "But then, we'll have to apparate to Paris, since I don't know anywhere to floo. I'm not sure where we should stay. Think we'll be alright to just pop over there and step into an inn?" he asked, wondering if their plan was a bit TOO spontaneous. But then, he'd never really traveled before. Not any travel that wasn't Ministry organized, anyway.
Luna had ambled over to the kitchen, content to watch him assemble their breakfast. She nodded at his travel plan, enjoying the unknown elements. "I rarely know where I'll stay till I get there," she mentioned. "I've found it's best to just find someplace that looks interesting, a little off the beaten path." Her father had never cared for sticking with the popular tourist areas, and Luna had learned some of the best places to be found were in unlikely locations. "And for the record, we're not tourists- we're travelers," she smiled.
He chuckled softly and nodded. "Alright, well, as long as you vaguely know what you're doing..." he said with a smile.