Well, it seemed he agreed with her at the very least. If not very strongly. Hermione didn't know what else she could say anyway, all she had were placations really, and Ron had probably heard most of them by now. But she couldn't help herself, if she could try and make him feel better about it all, she would.
Taking his container as she gave him hers, Hermione put a piece of chicken in her mouth. It was good, as he said. Swallowing, she pointed one of her chopsticks at him. "I've eaten with you for just about half my life Ronald Weasley, rest assured if I give you the rest of my dinner, I'm not expecting to get it back." She smiled at him, a fond look on her face before she looked away.