Fred knew all too well where he got his love of Muggle things. His father appeared to have rubbed off on him. There were definitely worse things that could have rubbed off on him. "My father would love it here," he said after a moment. "All the Muggle things. And the Muggle themselves. He would love it." He leaned lightly against Weiss, and kissed her cheek.
He took the brochure she handed him, and looked it over for a moment. "I think a shoulder massage sounds good," he said, after looking it over. If Weiss thought it was a good idea, he decided that it would be good for him, too.
He kissed her cheek once more, and offered her a small smile. "I love you, you know."