George tried to dodge, but Roger was quick. The quill bounced off his forehead, and George yelped theatrically. "OI! Do you see me heaving things at you? Even though you assaulted me with your frog mouth?"
George made a face at him. "Not much to say about it really. I mean she's knocked up, so can't undo it, and Fredders and her will have to work it out." George would make it up with Fred sooner rather than later probably. The twins didn't function separately for long. It was probably the longest they'd gone without forgetting they were brassed at each other, anyway.
He snorted. "Is this one of those things where you try to get me to argue, and then you have an excuse to drag me into bed, so you can pretend you're only actually shagging me to prove that I'd shag you? Because you'd still be poncy, if that happened. Just so you know."