After Hermione had managed to finish her quick errands in a nearby town - collecting enough food to last them for awhile, a few newspapers so they knew what was going on in the world, and several other necessary supplies that they couldn't live without, she finally returned to their campsite. She had been conversing with Ron via her journal most of the day, even if it seemed silly to do so since she wasn't necessarily gone too long. However, he said he had her birthday gift and said that it was in the form of food. Of course, she was immediately skeptical. Ron had been spoiled all his life by his mum and the Hogwarts house-elves, so she greatly worried that whatever he was making would turn into mush. But she was also immensely grateful because he a) remembered that it was her birthday and b) was making an effort. So she resigned her pessimism and decided that no matter how it tasted, she would still give it a try and be thankful nonetheless. After all, it was the thought that counted and it was a very sweet thought.
Popping into the clearing and crossing the wards, Hermione spotted Ron by the fire and smiled as her suspicions were confirmed. He was, indeed, cooking something. She stepped inside the tent briefly to put away her purchases, and joined him a minute later.
"Hey," she said, sitting down next to him. Internally, she knew she shouldn't critique his cooking, but upon smelling the food and glancing into the pot, she couldn't keep herself from doing so. "Did you add water?"