Fred smirked as his brother came in. There was nothing he loved more than calling one of his siblings on not being able to tell him and George apart. Well, except maybe when they had guessed correctly and he called them out on it anyway. He would have been content to go along with it to get out of the looming chat, but as he expected the chat was indeed going to be a serious one and George wouldn't know why it was, Fred shook his head and walked toward his older brother.
"Oi, mate, it's me, Fred. Remember, the good looking one is always me," he laughed, clapping Charlie on the shoulder in humor. "Unless you're intent on perusing our new Halloween stock, why don't you head into the back office? I've got the non-spiked goods back there," he winked. Really, the joke wasn't as funny to him as it should have been considering the likes of the products he and his twin sold to unsuspecting victims, but in light of the current environment, it was far less humorous than usual.