George gave her a look that clearly said he questioned her sanity. Bringing Fred's ashes along to a dinner date or a night at the theatre was just the sort of crazy thing he, George, might do if he wasn't worried about his family locking him up in one of the permanent wards at St. Mungo's. If Parvati was suggesting it, then it couldn't be that insane, right?
"Sure, give me a minute," he kissed her quickly on the forehead and headed upstairs. The urn sat where he'd left it, shimmering faintly in the dark flat. George studied it for a moment, shrugged, and picked it up. After a moment's thought, he discarded the hat. It was festive, but it was odd enough to carry his dead brother around without having a bright orange cone to attract attention.