"That's because you're a Muggle," Ron pointed out, almost as though it were the most normal thing in the existence of normal things. Really, in his case, it sort of was. Muggles. Their odd ways. One would think that he'd be used to it by now. But no. He had to stumble upon something odd, like football. And then the massive amounts of confusion would begin to plague his poor, semi-innocent brain.
"They are wearing tights," Ron shot back, grinning, "and the fact that you're getting all bent up over it only proves that I'm right, mate." Smirking, he shook his head and, just as he was about to look over at the screens again, heard the man mutter about someone named Mary being offensive. Another look of confusion found his face. "What are you on about now? You're gonna be offensive to Mary?"