"I think so... I mean, it's not like anything was happening between us anyway. I just want to make sure that she's ok, that's all. But anyway, so let's tell her when we get back, and not think about it until then." he smiled broadly, reaching for her hand. "So I think I see a nice looking inn just down the way there. Shall we look into it when we're finished?" "Perfect," she agreed with a smile, lacing her hand with his. It suited him beautifully to be concerned for Ginny's well-being, and Luna was grateful that the two of them had closed their romantic chapter amicably. Availing herself of the salmon she'd ordered, Luna glanced down the street. "That sounds lovely. Maybe once we've dropped off our things we could make our way over to the Louvre?"
Harry nodded, finishing off his sandwich. He wasn't sure he wanted to go to the Louvre, but Luna seemed particularly keen on it, and he'd follow her anywhere. "Sure, let's go then." he smiled. "Anything in particular you want to see in there?" he asked curiously.
Biting her lip after gently, she set down her glass of water. "Actually, I haven't got a clue what's there," she confessed. "It was mentioned somewhere in some book, and I've always wondered about it. Have you any idea?" She supposed it was silly, she could have easily looked it up, but something about mystery and discovery had diverted her attentions.
He nodded. "Well, I know that the Mona Lisa is in there... that's about all I know, really. I'm not exactly an art lover." he chuckled. "But we can explore, I'm alright with that. Or you know, we could always just wander and see what we find." he smiled.
Luna had finished the last of her lunch and had settled back in her chair a bit. "Wander about and loose ourselves in Pairs?" she said with a wry, approving smiled. "Very bohemian. And exactly the order of the day, I think." Thoughts of everything else, the world that existed outside the charming little bubble of her and Harry, began slipping away.
He grinned. "You keep calling me bohemian... I'm not quite sure what that means, but it's good, right?" he asked as he grabbed for the cheque. "I'll need to get some muggle money soon... I don't quite have enough." he looked in his wallet.
She supposed she fancied something slightly bohemian in her own soul, and to her it meant something of a free spirit; one in tuned with its own desires, one well versed in the highs and lows of humanity that nonetheless managed to find beauty and pleasure where it could. "It's very good," she nodded. She reached into her bag to pull out her wallet. Living in London, she always managed to have at least a little muggle money on her. Trying to recall where a proper bank to change money might be she mused, "I reckon there should be a Gringotts outpost somewhere around."
He shook his head. "No, no... to be honest, I don't really want to set foot into the Wizarding world, even here. I have a muggle account, all I need is an ATM." he rolled his eyes. "The Ministry "encouraged" it, for ease in integration, though, I had one long ago. Got one when I was 15 so I could have some money when I had to go back to my Aunt and Uncle's house for summers." Luna wasn't surprised by his resistance, it made a good deal of sense, especially when trying to keep a low profile. She didn't really know that much about the time Harry had spent with his aunt and uncle, but had no desire to inquire about what she knew was a subject he cared to avoid. Slipping a few notes from her wallet to help cover the check she asked, "What's an ATM?"