"What can I say, brilliance like ours can't be contained by just one tiny little shop. We have to have the proud name of Weasley spread all over this city." George grabbed a poca-dot journal out of the box and smirked. Thumbing the page he took the Lavender one out of her hand and put it back in the box. "This one is for you," he knew it more suited her style.
"You don't need that lavender number." He grinned ear to ear, "It's the latest in hot communication. With this you can write to your mates and they can write back." He opened the front of the journal and showed her all it's uses, "Like say if you had a hot date and he wanted to write to you he could and you could write back."
George as always seemed to be basking in the glory that was the success of their latest invention.