The characters do not belong to me, but to JK Rowling.
Prompt: Delivery
Pairing: Ron and Hermoine
Delivery
"So, let me get this straight?" Ron said, not for the first time. "You just pick up the fellytone, dial a number, make a request and food arrives at your home still hot?"
"Yes, Ron," Hermoine huffed, this conversation had seemingly stretched out for hours and she was feeling exasperated. "It's called delivery."
"And I can get pizza? Or Chinese? Or Indian?"
He listed all of the things he had tried at the Grangers, who were big fans of delivery.
"Even sandwiches," she said.
"Meh, my mum makes sandwiches," he dismissed the idea out of hand. "Even you make sandwiches."
She wanted to react to that comment with outrage, but for once she was without a comeback. It was true, after all. She wasn't one for cooking, but she could make sandwiches.
"So do you think you could show me how this thing works?" he asked, his ears burning, motioning to the telephone.
Hermione's heart melted a little bit. Ron was afraid to appear stupid in front of her, but little did he know that she could never think him stupid. Yet, here he was, asking her for help to do something the youngest Muggle could do with ease.
"It's okay that you don't know how to use a telephone, Ron."
"I know that."
"You didn't grow up with telephones, after all."
"Yeah, I know."
"I mean, it took me awhile to master the Floo."
"Great. Hermoine, I want Chinese, can we get on with this, then?"
"Oh, right."
Well, maybe he had the emotional range of a tablespoon these days. That was still progress.