"I'll have a butterbeer," Ron said to Diana. Her look instantly reminded him of the fact that this was a Muggle's house, and that they likely wouldn't have any butterbeer just laying about, or that anyone other than he and Hermione wouldn't know what the hell that was. "Ugh. I mean... What are those fizzy drinks called?" he whispered to Hermione, though the words came to him suddenly. "Soda pop?" Something like that. He waved to the girl, who didn't look like she was too happy to be filling Ron's strange drink request as he was heading out the door with Hermione.
Once outside, Ron tugged at his coat, which had yet to take off and adjusted it to block out as much of the cool air as possible. His cheeks would be red and patchy as always, but nothing could be done about that now. "So this is where you live," Ron said as they began their walk around her block. "All your life?" he asked. He had only remembered living at the Burrow, though he knew that at one point before he was born, his parents and brothers had lived in a cramped flat somewhere in London until his father had gotten a sweet promotion at the Ministry. "It's nice."