For a moment he forgot to be cross Ron and groaned at her. "Oi Ginny, you didn't tell her you were coming here! Now she's going to start fretting about me!" he whined and he sounded much more like the twelve year old Ron than the twenty three year old one. Despite his whinging, he picked up a tuna sandwich and finished half of it in one bite. He'd finished the food he'd had around his flat and hadn't eaten much of anything since and was starving. He didn't bother swallowing before he continued to say, "She's gonna come'ver an bover menow."
When he finally finished the sandwich he said simply, "She's driving you mad." It was a simple fact for all of them and they all loved their mother dearly, but he could only imagine living alone at the Burrow with her. Actually, he couldn't. Ron grabbed the bottle of firewhisky she had procured for him and opened it, disregarding the fact that he'd just woken up and had gone to sleep drinking the night before. "When are you moving out?" he asked and picked up a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich this time.