"I'm glad to fret over what you give me," Hermione laughed. "But it's good to know I'm not at that level yet." As much as Hermione liked Mrs. Weasley, she hoped she'd never be as scary as her; or, at least, not for a long time.
"You know me, George, I'm always prepared." She said, flashing a smile in response. "He might be," She added on, blushing a little. "I haven't talked to him yet today, he's been very busy with the search for Hannah," Hermione sighed at the thought, "but there's a chance he could." She shrugged a little; since Ron and her had become a twosome she saw him more. "He'd definitely stop by if I told him there was food I needed to get rid of."
Hermione walked over to her stove and took out the second pizza. "Would you like some, George?"