"Whatever you want, love," Ron murmured. An idea occurred to him. "Why not pop over to their place round for teatime? Meet them on their turf. Besides, I've never been..." He faltered. "Well, I've been to your house, but I've never actually been in it." He had always been bemused, and a little rattled, at how when coming round to the Grangers for dinner, Hermione's parents had always insisted on eating on the backyard patio.