Harry laughs breathily. Rubs idly at one bare arm and twists around to glance at the menu on the curb behind them. "Yeah," he says. "To be perfectly honest with you, I didn’t read up on anything for this trip. I’ve been to Barcelona and parts of Italy and I know what to expect, somewhat, but... for most places? Nah, not really. Didn’t have a bloody scoobies. Didn’t care, either."