Ben's pink cheeks were sweet and Bill chuckled under his breath all the way to the bedroom over them. He wondered how Klaus and Ben had ended up so different, one bold the other shy, he knew brothers differed but not usually quite to such an extent. Charlie was far more conservative but they had their similarities, Klaus and Ben seemed so wonderfully opposite.
He grabbed at a few discarded articles of clothing before finding his own pants and shirt with a quick accio before getting dressed. No one wanted to deal with a cold crumpet when hot was an option.
"I can touch my toes and everything," Bill agreed with Klaus as he emerged from the bedroom and headed back to the table. It wasn't like the table from his parent's home, which was long and nearly always sat most of the family and a few extras. It was smaller, more intimate, obviously not usually used to eat at so when Bill took a seat beside Klaus their knees pressed together.
He placed a crumpet on his plate and added some butter and jam before he took a sip of tea. "Thanks for having me, lads. Hopefully breakfast endears me to you somewhat," Bill said with a smile.