"Well I am rich," Fred said, stretching a little and puffing up, letting the words sound as full of themselves as he liked to pretend he was when he said them. "Guess I can afford to take you lowly Ministry types out now and then."
He looked at the bin as he deflated, then shrugged. "Whenever you want, Perce. Just let me know." And the weirdest part of that was that he meant it.