"Oh, that's great," Fred said. He picked up a piece of fish, taking a bite. He was glad that Roxy was able to do more than just being a retail grunt. She was wildly talented, and he'd have hated to see it wasted just sitting behind a register. "And you get to do what you've always had an interest in," he acknowledged.
Fred pulled a face at her words, chuckling and shaking his head. "Oh, I don't know. You? Definitely. Me? Not so much." He wasn't fishing, either. He'd never really felt a strong connection to their parents' personalities. In fact, he'd always felt like he took more after Uncle Percy, but it seemed an awkward thing to say out loud, so he never had.