"I suppose learning the language would be vital to having an authentic experience," Hermione mused.
On the rare occasions that she did get to travel, she preferred to immerse herself in the culture, and to avoid the obvious tourist traps. It helped to be able to fit in as seamlessly as possible. Speaking French in France had led her to the most delightful used bookstores and arthouse cinemas- and some lovely restaurants, as well.
"Your 'family trademark'," Hermione retorted with a cheeky smile, "is unusual enough anywhere. But I imagine it was very striking amid a mostly dark-haired crowd."
Hermione reached for another sweet. "I do. You know my sweet tooth."
She'd had eclairs from her favorite bakery this morning, as well. She refrained from mentioning them, as there were none left. She didn't want to taunt Ron with treats he couldn't have. That would just be mean.
Running her eyes over the page, she skimmed the introductory bit of the chapter Ron had turned to. "And you know I love animals. Well done, Ron!"
Hermione beamed across the table. Ron's thoughtful moments came sporadically, but he always exceeded expectations when he had them.