Harry actually grinned, surprised with himself so far at how he was approaching this reunion. "Maybe because I learned that look from you. And for the record, so do you. Look like shite!" He made an appraising sweep of the clothes hanging off Dudley's gangly frame, clothes that would have been worn by his more rotund self. Clearly, he hadn't been out of protective custody long enough to go on a decent shopping spree. Green eyes casting about, they finally landed on the waitress, who was watching the exchange with interest. "If I were you, I'd run, love. You won't get nothing but grief from this one!"