"That's not where the spices go," Ron dead-panned as Hermione started putting things away into one of three almost entirely empty cupboards. "And if it's like a potion, I'd better not even watch. We'll both get zeros for collaborating."
He started some water boiling - he'd grown out of his nearly insatiable hunger, but was still loath to pass up more food - and leaned back against the counter to watch her, though the kitchen was cramped. "How's your day, anyway?" He was sure someday he'd have interesting stories to tell, but at the moment his stock answer to that question was 'full of rubber stamps.'