Ron passed Ginny a liquorice wand without remarking on her tone - years of experience, especially raising a daughter - had taught him better than that.
"Nah, I'm good." Sitting back, Ron tidied up some wrappers from the snacks, banishing any crumbs with a quick spell. "So how do you think this is going to compare to flying?" he asked. In typical Ron fashion, he hadn't done much research into this escapade beyond finding out what ziplining actually was.