"A journal! Of course! That's it! How brilliant ya are indeed!" George jumped up to his feet, faking the most excited expression he could, which was a rather excited one. Next to him a kid who had just gotten everything he had wished for Christmas would've looked bitterly disappointed. Then, after a moment of hesitation, George sat down again with a thoughtful face. "But... Don't ya think it has already been invented? A journal, I mean?" He gave his brother a puzzled look and scratched the back of his head.
George's expression cracked into an amused grin. While he rarely forgot his inability to read his twins thoughts, Fred almost made a habit of not remembering that tiny fact. "Ya know ya lost me there. Care to explain?"