"Don't be daft," Ron scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Unless this is you trying to be modest. Even then -" Ron pointed at her. "- you're still brilliant. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, yeah? I'm Ron Weasley, after all; you've got to believe what I say because my word is the truth. Or so some of the internet seems to think, anyway." Ron didn't go digging around all that much, but when he had done so he had seen his fair share of the fans. They either loved him, hated him, or didn't care who he was either way since they were more Harry preferential or something. Ron still had fans though. Fans who thought that he was pretty fantastic in itself. He had to admit, as weird as all that fictional stuff was, it was nice to be appreciated. Funnily enough, being appreciated didn't mean that Ron was suddenly going to become Mr. Confident overnight. It was obvious enough as he was standing there, hands awkwardly crammed into his pockets as he toted that bashful sort of behavior that Steph was calling him on around.
The fact that they were calling each other out on being bashful and brilliant was probably as equally as amusing.
"I'm not the only one being bashful here!" Ron grinned off at her, face going a shade of red. "Look at you! Your cheeks are about as red as my hair." Not that he could talk, considering that he was about on the same level as she was on that front. Still! He clearly wasn't the only one feeling all awkward, shy, and embarrassed right now. He had never really called a girl out before for feeling this way when they interacted with him (then again, not many did), but Ron found he quite liked it. This was what he had always been talking about with Harry - he could actually read Steph. Mostly. Ron was still pretty sure one of these days she was going to do something to confuse the bleeding hell out of him. All girls did.