"Well, I'm not really in the mood for Chinese, or Indian.. Or French, for that matter," she rambled, thinking over what she was in the mood for. Sleeping. "How about Italian?" she offered, looking over her shoulder at him, a smile fitting over her lips.
Hermione smiled and fell into step behind him, her own arm winding its way around his waist, as well. "It's a Muggle thing called a 'computer'. It's kind of like the television, but more interactive. You can even talk to people that are in Belgium and China. I think you'll like it," she smiled gently, letting her head fall against his shoulder.