"Hey, Hermione," George flashed her his most winning smile as he moved inside the flat, closing the door behind him. "Course I'm all right. Just a little hungover," He admitted with a chuckle.
"And there's no need to thank me. Can't have the most brilliant witch in London being left alone and unprotected now can we? Merlin knows we'd all fall apart without you around to keep us sane. Especially Ron," he tried not to smirk as he added that last bit on.
"Something smells absolutely delicious," he blinked, suddenly noticing the tantalizing aroma drifting in from the kitchen. "Are you cooking?"