"Fuck PC," Ron replied, laughing and ducking from the towel Harry launched at him, "It's all shite, anyway. Since when do you worry about publicity?"
"I... guess it is?" he shrugged in response, "I haven't really gone around and compared them or anything. A pub's a pub."
Ron let himself be led out of the flat, having to slouch a bit to allow Harry's arm to stay around his shoulders. It was about time they went and did something, really, and there was a limit to how many sweets even Ron could handle; real food sounded rather good.