Draco smirked, mostly to himself. He probably should have been offended, but it wasn't like Ron was wrong. "Congratulations, you sound like my mother," he said, and for the first time it was light teasing rather than sheer insult. "Don't have much appetite lately, if you must know. Something about the constant threat of the undead rising in my dining room." He led the way to the cafe, which was scarcely more than a few strides away, and made his way to an outdoor table where he sat heavily, as though daring Ron to object.