Katie watched him, her mouth open in disbelief. "Uh uh. You're going to need to spell it out for me, George," she said, shaking her head, "none of this winking and 'you know' stuff. What can a Weasley do from across the room?"
George took a drink right from the bottle and Katie reached up for it. "Easy, George. No need for bad table manners," she tsked, making sure she cleaned the bottle with her wand before she poured them each another glass. She didn't think George was sick, but one could never be sure. And it just wasn't sanitary. She flagged down a passing waiter and ordered two fish and chips, determined to get something in George. Not to mention herself. She was beginning to feel woozy and lightheaded.
"Because Percy loves order," Katie said as though this was the most obvious thing in the world. "I think he would have a fit if you rearranged his socks." She hiccuped and then giggled.