Ron moved behind the counter, and picked up a knife and began to chop the things up, starting with the onions. Making quick work of them, he moved onto the potatoes.
"Luna, it could work. And lets face it, we lot are no picnic on our own. And the best of us tend to come from Muggle backgrounds. Look at Harry's mum, and Hermione. Both Muggleborn and brilliant witches."
Ron paused and held the knife in his hand, contemplating her words, "Well, the Ministry is going to need to form a new department, I expect. To protect the Muggles from the possibly harmful interactions. There will have to be classes offered, you know, so Muggles know about the humperdinks," he said with a smile. He looked down and the chopped items, and back up at her, expectantly, "Next?"