Harry lets out a tiny, confused chuckle, slipping the card out and tossing the empty envelope onto the sideboard. There’s an illustration of a man on the front, moustachioed and clad in a 1920s swimsuit. He’s muscular and covered in tattoos. "Very nice," Harry says approvingly, opening the piece of paper folded inside the card. "Oh, this is—guys!" His eyes widen. "This is too much!"