Fred took a biscuit and chewed on it while thoughtfully looking at Pansy. "Alright, so...say I was planning a party. Like a wedding or something. Those sort of things need party colors or something like that, yeah?" Fred hastily took a sip of his tea, wincing a bit at it's bitterness, before he continued, "What colors do you think would look good for something like that?"
Yes, Fred had never (and would never) claim to be good at being subtle. But he kept his innocent expression on anyway, just incase Pansy didn't happen to be smarter than a five year old.