As (bad) luck would have it, Harry's heading into the pub right now, staff in hand, Mouse on his heels. Working a case for the past week may have been good for his ability to feed himself, but... kind of got in the way of remembering to restock his fridge at any point, and he's starving.

Mouse is a little less focused on getting inside as soon as possible - he stops just outside the door, staring intently down the street at Raylan and Lia. Harry stops too, one hand on the door, and frowns slightly. "What? Do we have something against cowboy hats now?"

The tone might be flippant, but that doesn't mean he's not evaluating the pair as a threat. Survive enough Red Court hits, and you start to learn to recognize one coming. They... really don't look it, and it's hard to imagine even the Red Court would take a shot at him this close to neutral territory. And even if they would, heading inside should solve that problem in the... very, very short term. Harry eyes them for a moment longer, and then opens the door, jerking his head for Mouse to follow him. "C'mon."