Ron felt like a weight inside of him had lightened a little at that. Not looking to date anyone else, was she? That meant that the only person of interest to her was him and, rather selfishly, Ron found that he wanted for it to stay that way. No, he wasn't a Quidditch player or an edgy Auror or anything, but Ron was still all right. Maybe. He had to admit, he did have a low self-esteem sometimes. Ron did a decent job of pretending that he didn't, but there were things out there - like the idea of Stephanie having interest in someone else or him not being good enough, even though she was still bothering with him anyway - being one of them. That sort of thing easily came out of him being raised in a big family, where it was hard to live up to the expectations of everyone else being the last boy of the line while all the others had already accomplished so much. He'd gone to Hogwarts terrified that he'd never be able to live up to Fred and George's reputation, go off to be as brilliant as Bill, or at least manage something as fascinating as being able to work with dragons. And Ron didn't even want to get on about Percy. He was quite the overachiever, but...his stomach churned unpleasantly at the thought of him; he was being a self-righteous prat back home, had been for quite a while now. Ron didn't know what to make of it, but he was certain that he wasn't going to go out of his way for his brother anytime soon. Not until he figured out that he needed to stop acting like a moron all the time.
Ron nodded at Stephanie's answer, flaming hair falling sloppily into his eyes. He raised a hand to shove it out of the way, then returned to his spot back next to the counter. "I considered giving that a go myself. With the last book - er, I reckon it's the last back that's got what I've missed. Clearly I must've missed quite a bit, since I haven't an idea on how Hermione and I manage -" He looked over at Steph, eyes widening a little. Was that something to talk about with one's wife? It was a lot more complicated than just that, but still. He didn't know if it was appropriate. Ron always ended up saying things that weren't without really meaning to, so sometimes he didn't realize it until it was too late. He cleared his throat and looked away, trying not to make it look much like what he'd said was a big deal.
"You've done a fine job of it not screwing up here," Ron pointed out, fingers tapping nervously against the counter. "Save for the, y'know, wedding stuff. But that was a mutual mistake. And it didn't turn out all bad - did it?"