Ron almost wished Lav wouldn't ruffle his hair, of call him handsome, or smile at him that way. They all made his heart lurch and it was very hard to remember that they were friends now. Just friends. He shrugged off her gratitude for the picnic, Ron generally preferred to be in charge of food because he didn't completely trust anyone not raised by Molly Weasley to get it right. "I'm glad you like it," he said, because he was. "I'm trying to get better so I keep making things and I don't know what to do with them." It wasn't exactly a sweet or thoughtful reason for sending her the bird. Unlike the lavender-carved square, he hadn't really been thinking of her while he made it. Being Ron, he saw no reason to pretend otherwise.
He did hold his tongue when she said she enjoyed spending time with him. She hadn't spent any time with him for nearly two years, but that had been his choice as much as hers and she had said that she missed him. Ron missed her too, he just wasn't sure trying to spend time with her actually hurt any less. "It's good weather," he agreed. "It's been nice all week, but it's supposed to get really warm on Sunday." Even though he didn't work weekends, Ron's job had forced him into a habit of keeping aware of the weather. "Are you still planning on a holiday?"
Ron sat down where she indicated, unable to help blushing over the biting comment. It wasn't fair that she could say that without her head suddenly filling with images of the two of them together. It wasn't something Ron wanted to be reminded of, because it was all gone now. He tried very hard not to scowl, sure Ginny would say he had no right to be upset. Leaning forward, he retrieved the cherry cordial from the basket and handed it to her. "I didn't bring glasses," he admitted. "But you can have it." He could probably have transfigured something, but it had been a while since Ron had had any need of serious transfiguration and no one wanted to drink out of a leaf-turned-glass that still had forest earth clinging to it.