"Because I'm right," he tossed back easily, giving a bit of a laugh.

But he'll let it be as he rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't think any of what he managed was great, really. It paled in comparison to things his siblings did. But they were fun normally. If he planned something and it wasn't in a battle it was definitely about trying to get people to laugh. That was his whole point there, but he wasn't sure too many of his siblings agreed. He just considered it a side-effect of growing up with the twins.

"What's there to work on for you?" Ron said, raising a brow. He knew she wasn't dyslexic, but they were all hard-wired to read it. He still didn't know some words, but he figured she knew everything about everything else after all. Really, he didn't plan on reading during the dance, but that didn't mean what he'd likely do wouldn't include it.

He continued to make a face. "You know I don't like 'em," he groaned out. Then a breath as he considered and paused briefly. He was sure she wouldn't think anything of it, but he'd been trying to get at it-- hadn't he? So stopping momentarily he cleared his throat and considered, "Why don't you go with me then?"