Impressed with the shop, not with Fred's foul mouth. When did that start? Charlie wondered, refraining from making it obvious that Fred's language choice was, in fact, bothering him a bit. Charlie swore, very very occasionally and did not throw it in conversations—keeping it to himself.
Laughing, Charlie shook his head, "they are, but I could go for fish and chips for once. Ham and pudding I can get any day of the week." Greasy food just sounded incredibly tempting to him right then, especially because it was not something so easy accessible at Hogwarts.
"Oh?" Charlie said, smirking. "George!" he called back, "your fiance is lovely. I wish you both the best!" If ever an opportunity to tease one of his siblings arose, Charlie could not help but make one comment. There were odd witches and wizards that came out of hiding every so often, and the hag in front of their shop seemed to be one of them. As serious as Charlie was most of the time, the twins usually relaxed him a bit (though considering they had each other, Charlie's antics came out when he was around Bill more than anyone else). Joking about George's girlfriend being a hag was not something Charlie could pass up.
"What's new then?" he asked as he tried to take in everything he was looking at. There seemed to be more in the store than anyone could possibly take in at one time.