Seriously? That's where this was going? Staring at Ron for a moment, Hermione wasn't sure whether she wanted to merely roll her eyes, or perhaps throw something at him. "Why not?" she decided with a shrug. "What could be more important than food? Your dinner is in the fridge."
Leaning back into the couch, she picked up one of the many books that were always sitting on the coffee table, not really caring which one it was. She wasn't actually going to be reading it anyway.