George watched the proceedings as Hermione nodded her agreement at Percy's offer of help. She seemed a bit relieved to him, and quite happy to accept his help. That was good, George was quite sure they could figure out a great many things if Hermione was in the Department of Mysteries, not necesarily just about this particular wierdness either. She and Percy were the smartest people George knew, he was lucky to have them around, because he was frequently in need of a brain that worked at full capacity, and his rarely did.
Once the conversation turned back to him, George sat up a little straighter. "Shop's good," he said through a mouthful. He swallowed before continuing. "Actually, business is booming right now, so yea if you had time to help me out with the books Perce, that'd be ace. I bloody well hate doing that money shite. Takes all the fun out of business, having to figure out the numbers. And you two really should come around more often," he added, turning to Hermione and Ron. "Use to see you a lot more, kinda miss having familiar faces around, y'know?"