"What do I want?" Fred laughed easily, but then again he always did. "A million galleons, my own professional Quidditch team, a pretty blonde girl with huge...." Fred trailed off with a smirk, looking sidelong at his brother. "Oh, you mean right now. Well, I wanted lunch with dad. Had that. Wanted to be out of the shop for a few hours, got that too. Now I thing I want to walk right here beside you, Perce." And if he had a reason for that, even Fred didn't know it.
It might be different if the git could stop being a git for a few minutes, but Fred wasn't holding his breath for that, either.