"There's a really nice Punjabi place across the river," Harry continued as restaurants slowly reappeared to his consciousness. He either didn't notice or paid no mind to the other's sudden tension, but was instead becoming more apprehensive about his suggestion. Despise being mixed desi, Harry knew the place through Parvati and the sudden realisation of how<span style="font-style: italic">White</span>he would come across as at that restaurant felt slightly intimidating.<br/>"But really though, your pick. I literally have lunch in London every day," Harry added, trying to backtrack his comment. The words were spoken with a slightly apologetic grin.