“Aww,” Alicia cooed again, making a small empathetic pout at George’s mock hurt, “but nothing beats the real thing, I’m sure, not even a daydream, right?”
“I will,” Alicia promised him, again, this time with a small chuckle. As unserious and childish both Fred and George were, just as protective and Mother Hen’ish could they be, which was a comfort. At least Alicia had found it such since... oh, she couldn’t remember for how long anymore, but she knew that that was why she considered them friends, rather than pesky annoyances with a knack for mischief and mayhem.
“Useful products?” She repeated. “You mean you got selfcleaning items now?”