Fred likely would have laughed at the censure, but he was too busy closing up with George to notice it. Language aside, and even the insults were all said with that same good-natured grin, he was friendly with his customers - and the majority of them who came shopping into a place with a reputation like the WWW could take a joke. He joked with the lot of them as he helped George ring and bag them up, and it seemed like everyone who'd been left in the store bought something before the last of them left and Fred could close the door behind them and tap his wand to the sign there, changing it to a flashing 'Closed'.
"Somewhere else would be a change, we must have paid the rent for Tom at the Leaky four times over last month." Not that they minded, much, and mum did still send them food on an almost weekly basis. As they were both rubbish when it came to cooking anything other than experiments, most of their diet was the Leaky or carry-out, or they begged the girls to do something for them when they got too pitiful. "Have somewhere in mind?"
Fred looked down at his bright purple suit, adjusted the matching tie, and shrugged at himself. He looked presentable enough - nothing had exploded on him today.