"Keep you from drowning and haul you uphill through the snow for probably a mile," Ron corrected him, grinning and taking a bite out of the rather crumbly scone. "Can tell you haven't been properly starving, anyway." He still didn't really know how he'd known when and where to return ... but remembering the deluminator gave him a small rush of hope. If his present wasn't worthless ...
Ron couldn't find anything kind to say about the food. It wasn't worth trying. "I should've brought an elf back with me," he said a little wistfully, glancing back to where Hermione was putting together dinner. "Do you think she'd have killed me?"