Well, there went his original plan of pretending to be George, anyway. He supposed he wouldn't have noticed Roxie taking his spot at home, since he kept taking her spot here, but shouldn't he have known before now? Thinking that he probably had and simply forgotten, Fred looked around the counter for something to pop into his mouth, sadly finding nothing but raw pancake batter (not so delicious) and raw bacon (also contraindicated).
He shrugged, and looked away from the back of her head to the wall opposite. "Why not? She'll have a hissy fit, she'll hate me, I'll become the least favourite and also most disgusting uncle out of the lot... But it's not like it'd be fair for us to keep it a secret. Not to mention, she'd probably just find out somewhere else and then there really would be hell to pay."
Fred shrugged again, and once again looked for something to pop in his mouth, once again finding nothing, because if the was nothing there a minute ago, there certainly won't be anything now. "But you're doing the honours. Just... Do you want me to be there when you do, or should I steer clear for a while?"