Harry grinned. "I could only learn Quidditch from the best, you know, and you lot, all of you, were certainly the best." He ordered a creme brulee and an ice water and a chocolate cake when the waiter came by to take their order.
Once he was rid of the menu, he folded his hands on the table in front of him and leaned forward. "I like the tie," he said. "I wanted to look sharp for you. You don't like it?" He grinned, feeling more at ease with her than he had for a while here in New York. "I don't know. I'm not much of a boat person."