"Oh Merlin's fuck, no..." Fred laughed, and seeing the same mother huff a little at the language made him grin a little wider, if it was possible. "George tried cake last week, still getting the slime off the ceiling." Or they would be, if slime on the ceiling was something they cared about. Mostly, they called it decoration and went on with it until one of the girls decided to clean for them, or they knew mum was coming over.
"They're not feeding you at Hogwarts? Elves not doing their jobs? I guess we can spare a few galleons for the needy, we're charitable sorts after all. Did you see the hag outside with the pink ribbon and the huge wart? George's fiancee." Which was charitable in and of itself, right, even if it was just teasing George and driving him mad about the hag stalker he'd picked up a few months ago.