Ron grinned, grabbing at her fist as she hit him. It didn't hurt, but he couldn't exactly let her get away with it, either. "I'll be sure to let them know they should change their colours to suit your decorating needs," he said.
"All right." He gave a little shrug. How could he possibly disagree with an excuse like that? It wasn't quite the same as saying they should go to the party together, and leaving together wasn't all that unusual, considering they shared a flat. But it was something. He'd learned to live with something. "Though I think I'll say I came to see if you wanted to leave. If I said I was there to 'bring you home', he'd never believe it. He knows I'm too smart to try and make you do anything you don't want to do."