He shrugged with a bit of a smile tugging at the side of his mouth. "You've always been a bit smelly, we were always just too nice to say anything."
"Guess I'll have to go out and see some of 'em," Ron said, referring to the fireworks. Fred and George had always had some great fireworks—though it was just George nowadays. Ron grabbed his drink and took a long pull from it, not displeased by the ease with which it went down as opposed to the firewhisky he'd been consuming the past few days. "I'll blame you nonetheless," Ron replied with a smirk. He looked down at his glass, not really coming up with anything else to say then.