Ron smiled at the mention of Italian, having had a wonderful Italian meal with his sister the night before. He wouldn't be able to make something that good but he sure as hell could try. "Italian it is, then." He remarked, smiling at her. "Pasta of some sort? Maybe a caesar salad?" He suggested, thinking up ideas as they went along. He really was a rather skilled cook. Having Molly as a Mum would do that but it was also because he genuinely enjoyed it. He didn't let on to his like of cooking in school, fearing he'd be teased, but now that he was living on his own and fending for himself, cooking, and knowing how, was a good skill to have.
"A compcuter? Sounds wonky." He said, wrinkling his nose somewhat, wondering where muggles got all these ideas but impressed by their ingenuity and skill.