" 'Lo Gin." he said sitting down on the black iron chair across from her.

She was drawn from her study of the couple who had decided they didn't need a bedroom for their 'personal time' when Ron spoke. She looked up at him, an embarrassed blush flooding her cheeks. "Hullo, Ron. You look... horrid." She grinned when he basically collapsed into the seat across from her. "Training draining you dry?"

 He ran a hand through his shaggy hair and gave her a tired look. "That would be an understatement. Coach thinks if we can still breathe we can still train." he said rubbing his temples. A waitress came up and he asked for a glass of firewhiskey. He looked at Ginny a bit bashfully. "Don't tell mum I'm drinking this early. She's already sending me ten owl's a day about not writing to her enough."

"Between you and Fred, I think she has her work cut out for her." She ordered a lemonade, ignoring the woman's look as she walked away. Ginny was slightly worried that Ron was drinking this early, but she wouldn't say anything. "Well, you're stronger than me, working that hard for Quidditch. At least you enjoy it, so it all turns out good in the end."

She leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms over her stomach. "I'd owl mum before you get a howler. No need to have your eyebrows singed off. Again."

 Ron gave her a frown. "Must you bring that up once again, Gin...." he said grumpily. "I sent her an owl yesterday. Told her I tried to visit her sometime after practice on Saturday." He scratched the back of his head and slid down a bit in his seat, giving his long legs some room. "So how are things at Mungo's. Seen anyone we know?"

 Ginny rose an eyebrow at him. "I'll be seeing her on Sunday, so I really wouldn't try to lie to me. I will find out and I will attack you." She sighed, leaning forward and unable to hide the smile. "I wouldn't know. I don't work there. Anymore." She let out a squeal and laughed when he grimaced. "Sorry. I just... I'm excited. We actually found a premises yesterday, so I'm a little happy about it." She smiled. "Sorry if this is a little too happy too early in the morning for you., Mr. Big Quidditch Star."

 Ron grinned at her. "Hey, you should address me like that more often." he said. He took his firewhiskey off the tray the waitress was presenting them with and took a gulp. He cringed slightly as the burning went all the way down. "Now this is what I call a wake up call." He took another and set it down on the table. "So, I can assume two things. Your ecstatic about quitting your job and that mum has no clue whatsoever." He gave her a slight smirk as he brought the cup back up to his lips.

"You're correct. On both counts." She took a sip of her lemonade, shrugging her shoulders. "I need to owl her. And Blaise. I forgot to owl Blaise." Ginny brought a hand to her forehead. "Shit. What kind of a partner am I?" She shook her head. "I was just so happy that I actually got to sleep in today that I completely forgot." She sat back, giving Ron a sheepish smile. "I meant to owl her. I plan on owling her. I want her help. For the painting."

 "Sure you meant to," he said grinning at her. He stretched out and stifled another yawn. "Bloody hell Ginny, why does lunch have to be this early?" he said chuckling. He knew very well it was actually past the universal lunch time. "I think Mocha herself was surprised that I was up before 3."

"Well, some of us don't get to stay out until 3 letting people buy us dinner and having gorgeous blonds all over us." She leaned forward, putting her chin in her hand. "Since you haven't seen Mum, I'll play her part. 'Ronald, are there any women in your life? Anyone making sure you eat your vegetables and clean your pants?'"

 Ron let out a laugh. "Naw. Just living the bachelor life. And I don't understand why you, Hermione and mum think I cannot take care of myself. Just so you know, I only managed to bleach one colored shirt this week, thank you very much." Ron said matter of factly, sipping his drink and winking at her.

 He set it down and then leaned forward as well. "My turn." he cleared his throat and tried to imitate their mother. "Ginevra. When are you going to be giving me grandchildren. Those eggs are not always going to last forever."

 Ginny's mouth fell open. "That's quite enough talk of my eggs, thank you very much." She leaned back with a grimace. "If I ever hear talk about my eggs falling from your mouth again, it will be too soon." She shook her head. "There are no male prospects. No one you need to hex. No blonds for me." She looked back over his shoulder at that last bit. No. No blonds. No blonds in my head. No one. Stop it. He'll see you thinking and he'll know.

"Only one shirt bleached? My, how you learn." 

 Ron cocked an eyebrow. She seemed a bit distracted at her mention of the word blond. He decided to look passed it and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, here's to the single life and my quick learning of household laundry. Cheers," he said clinking his glass with hers. "Now lets order some bloody food before I starve to death." He grinned at her.