"You're a gentleman," Spencer said. The Three Broomsticks tended to get busy on Friday nights, and something about the easy thought behind it made Spencer feel stupid and warm and glad.
He waited a moment, lingering in Mikey's space, before he laughed short and warm and led Mikey into his study, smaller than most seeing as most of his work was done out in the greenhouses. The fireplace was big, though, and Spencer reached for the Floo Powder and then moved quickly, crowding Mikey back in towards the grate.
"Could I persuade you of the need for a single trip?" he asked, enjoying just a little bit the extra bit of height he had. "Saving resources, and all. I think we can both fit."