He watched her with keen interest as she moved a variety of pans about, and selected a few, "So roasting takes a bit of time? Is it hard, then, this recipe? I'd like to take some time to learn to dance, if you have it. The last dance I recall was at my brother's wedding. I was not very good, not at all."
Ron sighed, and shook his head, "I'd be so much obliged if you'd led me a hand. If you think a waltz is the right way to start, then that sounds brilliant. I know there are some dances that are going to be held, and I'd like to not look the total jackass!"
He flicked his eyes towards the paper and then back at Luna, his mood brightening slightly, "The Muggle Minister? Well, I think he's quite a man. I've offered to volunteer, and been interviewed and I think I might be helping when he comes through Diagon Alley. It is an exciting time; the whole idea of Muggles knowing about us and interacting with us is revolutionary. I mean, Muggles have been about us for years, never really knowing we are there. Most of our wizarding existence has been occupied with making the effort to shield ourselves and protect them from learning about us. We can really show them a thing or two, we can. And what can be the harm? If it doesn't work, we go back to the way things were; it wouldn't be too difficult. But that's thinking the worst, isn't it? It will all work out just fine, I expect. They will be dazzled and amazed, and we can finally relax a bit, maybe even help them."
"What about you? Do you think integration is a good idea? Are you going to be about Diagon Alley when he comes through? Maybe you could interview him for your paper?"