Waffles. Stephanie was making waffles. Ron had to admit, that was loads better than the cereal he had been planning on eating this morning. He still looked much sleepy than she did (Ron didn't have any hot irons to wake him up), so the smile that wriggled it's way to the surface looked kind of silly when combined with his floppy, messy ginger hair and the way he rubbed at his eyes tiredly. It wasn't ridiculously early, but Ron usually didn't get up during the AM unless he absolutely had to. He worked nights at the restaurant, so being up in the morning was pointless. He had nothing to do but sleep then. Now? He had waffles to eat. And..."Bloody hell, it's Christmas, isn't it?" Ron's grin grew a bit at that. Christmas! He liked Christmas. That meant that there would be presents, though it did sadden him to think that he wouldn't have a huge family of Weasley's to work the gift exchange with. He was so used to everyone clambering around while his Mum howled for them to sit down and wait patiently that Ron felt weird with it just being him and Steph right now. Even so, it was better than either of them being alone. And Ron certainly did not want for Steph to be alone on Christmas day.
"Happy Christmas," Ron said, hands dropping to shove themselves on the pockets of his pajama pants. "Those waffles look brilliant," he commented, nodding to them, "it's actually what woke me. Thought that someone had ice cream..." He trailed off, looking to the fridge. "D'you want something to drink? I can handle that. You made the breakfast, after all." Which she didn't have to do, but he was grateful for it all the same. Ron didn't do much cooking himself, so this was good. Much better than cereal.