Ron took Harry's cue and looked down at the eager elf. "Er, yeah, vanilla if you've got it. Or chocolate. Doesn't matter really. Though I prefer vanilla." When it came to food, Ron always took precision in his choices. Food was far too important to him.
"Maybe some punpkin juice too?" He asked hopefully. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a couple sickles and handed them to Dobby. "For helping us." He told him, thinking Hermione would be proud and may kill him if he didn't offer.
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