Ron smiled slightly. "Sure." An easy victory was rare enough that he knew not to press. And it wasn't like he was dying to see her run back to the tent to pen a letter to Krum. He brought his hand up to rest over her hat - not as nice as her hair, of course, but the weather was a little brutal. "You're taking a break, anyway," he ventured, as though it were indisputable. "Business and that sort of thing can wait a bit."