Ron hadn't really noticed the house being too hot, but he'd grown up there, and it was much as it had always been. Full, just the way his mum liked it. He liked it that way, too, really. Not for all the time, but for days like this, it was perfect.
"What's this?" he asked, looking down at the envelope Hermione was holding out. They'd already exchanged presents before even coming to the Burrow, so he wasn't sure why she'd have something else for him. Forehead still crinkled, he pushed off the wall and moved up next to her, taking the envelope and opening it. Immediately, he grinned widely. "Wicked! The Cannons and the Arrows? That'll be a match to see." Even if the Cannons got pounded...which they always did.
Ron threw an arm around her shoulders. "Thanks, Hermione. You didn't have to get me anything else, but thanks."