"Boo Billygoat Tails," Ginny repeated looking around Ron at the hairy slinkies (which were just hairy slinkies, she was going to stand by that). Why people would want to buy such a thing was beyond Ginny, but she also was yet to even think of a costume, so really, she could judge too much (though, she still was going to). Ginny didn't have much of a time to ponder this out loud, though, as she was rather preoccupied at making a face at Ron when he drank straight from the thermos. There was only a small flicker of disappointment when her brother evidently did not burn his mouth with the tea.
Taking a sip of her own tea, Ginny shook her head. "Some of us have good and progressive careers, Ron," she informed her brother. "Ones with lots of money and no need to work for our siblings," Ginny added waving her hand around. "Mum's knitting Hermione a Christmas jumper," she told her brother nonchalantly. "You tell her you've broken up again?" Not that Ginny thought their mother wouldn't knit Hermione a jumper anyway. In fact, if Ginny would have to put money on it, she'd bet that Molly Weasley preferred Hermione to Ron. Not that she'd ever admit it. But Ginny could point it out for her.