Ron laughed at the antics of the house elves and couldn't begin to imagiane Harry fussing over his own lunch either. The prospect of having House Elf food delivered on a regular basis appealed to him greatly, even though he knew Hermione would misunderstand it. He promised himself he wouldn't take advantage of the situation though and also to thank Hilly personally anytime she did so.
"Wish I had someone to wash my clothes. I tend to do it on my own a lot these days. With Hermione being so busy and me being so out of touch I spend most of my time at the club as it is. The prospect of everyone's tongue wagging in shock though does paint a most entertaining picture though, and I'm sure they'd be rather apt to talk if we disengaged and complained about each other all night."
Ron chuckled and reached for the flask at his hip, taking a small swig before reattaching it. "Nothing wrong with raising a Chudley fan at a young age, though having her say Harry still makes me laugh. Apparently he's rather fond of her too so thats a good bond." He quirked a brow at Pansy at the mention of dirt. "All kids eat dirt Pansy, its part of growing up!"
He laughed and winked down at Polly switching feet on her to make her giggle and chase the other one.
He tugged a little at his collar as she suggested they go to the party together. "Won't Hermione get upset? I mean she'll probably be busy and all but I don't want to get her angry."