Fred's grin faded away until a horrified expression was on his face. Yes, he loved Helena, and he knew that she wanted to get married, but in no way, shape or form was he ready for that yet. Quickly, he shook his head at her. "No, no, this is a hypothetical question. Trust me, I'm not getting married for a long time. Besides, I don't really know your daughter, so it's better if I ask you." Fred's logic made no sense, but he was hoping Pansy would ignore that.
He flashed her a small smile and spooned some sugar in his tea, making a pleased sound when it tasted better. "Just for curiosity's sake, let's say, you were getting married. What colors would you want?"