"I would too," he agreed, slightly distracted as he dug through some of the boxes he had stored behind the counter. He knew he'd put those glasses around there somewhere. Of course, his idea to put them up so he wouldn't lose them had been a terrible idea. "Granted, I don't know if I'd choose a platypus. Probably a lion, in true Gryffindor fashion. Or maybe a monkey."
Pulling out the third box, he popped the lid open and made a small whoop of victory. "Success!" he grinned, standing back up with a pair of extremely sparkly heart shaped glasses, complete with antennas that lit up. He'd taken the time to tweak the charms on the glasses so that the colour rotated from pink, red, and then to white. He'd left the rose-coloured lenses, though, as that was just part of the humour. "One pair of glasses, as requested."
Handing over the glasses, he asked, "How is old Xeny?" Proper names and protocol as such were beyond George's grasp. "Minus the loss of his dirigible plums, of course." Even as he asked, he was going through some of the items he had in stock that could possibly be of used it applied correctly.