Hershey's chocolate was amazing. There were a lot of things about the Muggle world that greatly confused and frustrated one Ronald Weasley all at the same time. The food, however, was delicious. He had spent most of his time here thus far sampling his way through as much of it as possible. Surely, yeah, Ron didn't have enough money to purchase everything, but he had managed to impress some of the locals with a bit of magic. It was enough to get them to feed him. Turning water into wine for a group of overly enthused men had been quality performance in exchange for snacks. Of course, Ron was pretty sure that his wine was actually vinegar because he was rubbish with the wandwork, but whatever. He got his food, didn't he? They had been convinced. Everyone would be happy until, you know, they tried to actually drink what he gave them. Hopefully Ron would be long since gone when they did.
But seriously? The chocolate was amazing. Ron loved the chocolate. He was already particular fond of the gummiworms and chocolate covered raisins. But the Hersheys had been decidedly undefeated. For now. He'd have to experiment a bit more with the other stuff in his pile of junk.
With the candy bar hanging halfway from his mouth, teeth having sunk into the corner of it, Ron bolted up from the couch to answer the door as soon as he heard someone knocking. He looked faintly surprised to see Harry on the other side - younger Harry, mind you - but the pleased expression that quickly followed the registered shock was hard to miss. "Harry! What're you - oh, right!" He spotted the broom. It was only then that Ron remembered that there had been talk of flying. "Well, c'mon in then, will you? Grab a snack or something while I get my stuff."