Fred laughed loud at Zach's answer - all about the fashion, it seemed. "I'm sure you could pull off yellow just fine," he commented, rolling his eyes playfully.
The first prank he ever played? Ever? "Merlin... well I don't know, exactly. Mum liked saying that we started playing tricks as soon as we were born, April Fools babies and all. I suppose the earliest I remember might be when G-" Fred hadn't noticed he'd started speaking in plural again. But it was hard not to think about him when their whole childhood - they'd done everything... and now he wasn't -
No, he couldn't think that way. Not then, not when Zach had asked an innocent question, He needed to shove that feeling, that crazy that seemed to rear its ugly head every time he was mentioned, to the back of his mind again, and bury it. Deep.
He didn't mention to stop for so long, and he came back to focus on what he'd been saying before, trying to pretend nothing had happened. "When I - ran into Bill's room as he slept and drew a mustache on his face and gave him a beard of cottonballs. He wore it down to breakfast the next morning without noticing. Mum was mad, but really, it was hilarious." Right. It had been, hadn't it? That was a good memory...
Zach chose truth again, so Fred had to think. "What is the best birthday gift you've ever gotten?"