A/N — Written for Houses [g] drabble with the prompt [recommending something to someone].
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"That's foul!" Ron choked, glaring at the thick green liquid. When he tilted the glass, a translucent residue clung to the sides.
"It's good for you," Hermione said, not looking over at him. She was busy in the kitchen, probably making up another, equally as disgusting, concoction that she'd force on him in the name of 'healthy eating'. "Don't you want to take care of your body?"
"If it's mine," Ron muttered, hoping she couldn't hear, "then I should be allowed to do what I want with it." He looked up from his drink, and there she was: framed by the kitchen doorway, the lid of the blender — and Ron still wasn't sure what they needed a blender for when they had magic — in one hand and what Ron had been told was asparagus in the other. He really hoped that wasn't what he'd been drinking.
She narrowed her eyes. "I heard that."