Whether or not Harry had taste was up for debate, and would leave pretty much everyone related to him or who he saw on a daily basis in utter stitches if you asked them, but luckily for Aqua he'd decided to start everyone off with the basics. Hammerhands would have to wait for another day.

"It's a-" he almost said date, then something told him that would be a bad idea. Like somewhere in the not to distant future a pony, snarker, and Knight of the Cross were all staring at him reprovingly and shaking their heads slowly. "movie night."