"For a Muggle, yeah," Ron nodded, shrugging. It'd be hard for a Muggle to understand properly even while watching anyway, he figured. They had their silly barbaric sports with men running around in tights, slipping and sliding in the mud and tackling each other. Without women. While they, the advanced wizards that they were, had a sport that not only included fellow women, but allowed them to wear comfortable things like robes.
Nodding, Ron took a step back from the window and flashed the man a bit of a grin. "Right, me too. It was good chatting with you, eh?" That said, he offered the man a short sort of wave before he turned off and started walking. By the time he rounded the corner, he had already begun to apparate his way straight back to the Weir.