"Ooo a surprise?" Fred brightened up slightly, his mind immediately jumping to the worst possible place because, well, Ivy often sent his mind to places like that and with very good reason. He stole another kiss before unlocking the shop door and making his way inside.
George had done a good job of getting the place repaired. Fred's gaze drifted to where he had been pinned on the ground, but any bloodstains had been removed. It was almost as if it never happened. Except the scar across his shoulder. He led Ivy through the back and up to the flat. It was pretty undisturbed. The same small slightly messy flat as always. Fred frowned and made a small show of moving some of the mess around as if cleaning. "So what's my present?" He asked, flopping down on the sofa, "Can I eat it?"