Ron laughed along with everyone else, which helped the color of his embarrassment to be colored as laughing too hard. The talk of mud came and went and he let that one go, promising himself to help Polly make mudpies for Mommy someday. He knew Harry would be up to it, and it would be a riot of fun. Something he missed these days was good honest fun.
He blanched a little bit when Harry talked of alerting his brothers to his new fashion sense and he shook his head furiously back and forth. "You can't tell them Harry. Bad enough I have to follow along behind Draco while he drapes suits on my arms for me to wear with price tags more than my weekly salary! To let them know would be suicide for me."
He looked positively mortified and watched as Polly chewed on Harry's jumper. "Kid has got some seriously strange tastes. I don't think I'd like to know what Harry tastes like, though others I'm sure do." He winked at Harry as an understanding of the clothes.