Ron flexed his arm out a bit. If he didn't know any better, which he did, Ron would almost be able to assume that Hermione was offended by his comment on them not having children together. Did she want the opposite? Did Hermione want to marry him? Be his wife? Eventually have his children? With a handful of chips stuffed into his mouth, Ron frowned off at her in confusion. That guide to women and all of their insanity really would have been useful right about now.
"Good," Ron concluded through a mouthful of food, deciding not to press it much farther. "Glad that's settled."
He reached over and snatched up a pack of Twinkies. "Here," he offered, tossing them toward her. "Dig in. Dinner is served."