Fred laughed. He was sure Hector - or whatever his name would be next week - was probably decidedly happy not to be drowned. "I'm sure he would," he agreed. Drowning poor, defenseless rugs was not something he planned on doing, nope.
He grinned when George headed straight for the food and sifted through the containers. He'd figured that after a couple of weeks on Mediterranean food that he would be eager for a kick. Pleased that the food had gone over so well, he set in to listen to what his brother had gotten up to on his trip.
The whole thing sounded pretty fabulous and he was grateful that George left out the bits and pieces that involved a whole lot of nakedness on the parts of both his twin and Lydia that he was sure occurred. Those certainly didn't need to be discussed. He knew they happened and the dirty details were best left unsaid, thank you very much.
"Sounds pretty amazing," he said. "You're going to have to get yourself a whole house to start hanging up all the souvenirs you get from your trips," he pointed out. "You'll run out of space here before you know it."