Lily was really lucky that Ron hadn't been occupied with other important things that day. Like Quidditch. Or eating food. Because if he had been, then she'd have been terribly out of luck, what with all of the extreme effort that he'd have to put into his activities and all. But since he wasn't busy, Ron agreed to meet her to plot out her future gifts (which he still thought was unbelievably early to be thinking about, for the record) for her parents.
He wandered out of his room and off toward where Lily was waiting for him. He'd been trying to think of something decent to suggest, but thus far his ideas had chalked up to Quidditch gear and sweets, which were really nothing special when one had to think about purchasing gifts for old people. Maybe she had something better in mind? He really didn't know.
"So I really think that I'm the last person you want to lure in for the gift hunting thing," Ron told her upon his approach. "I'm rubbish at it."