"Or Sundays." Fred grinned. "Can't take the Lord in vain and all of that." Not that he was religious in any way shape or form. "How do Fridays work for you?"
Managing not to flinch as the ice was crushed-- Merlin, the woman was intense-- he raised an eyebrow. "You can never quit the "trade" as you put it." Once a prankster, always a prankster.
"But what can I say? A drink always has a friendly look to it. That and I've already had my early grave." It wasn't like he had to be secretive of being one of those returnees. Hell, Prince probably already knew.