Fred nodded slowly as he banished the wet towel to the bathroom. There were enough odd smells in their room. They didn't need to add moldy towel on top of that. "Cheers, mates." He went over and picked up a roll, taking a small bite out of it, considering the offer.
"I don't think so." He shook his head. The blue potion made him sick to his stomach something fierce. Fred wasn't about to bring down unwanted attention because of his faulty digestive system.
"A cat on his head?" A quick glance told the only sane one in the room that no, there was no random feline, but that was besides the point. "I'll think about that. As soon as he have a shop. Or something."
Fred sighed as he finished his roll. Should he stay or should he go?