"Wish she'd told me - I'd have let her do it herself." Ron pushed the rest of his scone into his mouth. No, he certainly hadn't forgotten the food - every meal had been a pointed reminder. And now, every can and dried up pastry was going to take his mind back to the Great Hall. But there was nothing to be done about it. "It would have given her someone to knit for. Everyone needs a hobby."
He swallowed, looked up from the table to meet Harry's eyes, and nodded. "Same," he said. He wasn't anything like proud of it, but it was over. And next time one of them wanted to punch the other in the face, maybe they could just do it. "'M not leaving again."