"How did YOU do your duty, you tosser? You saw her coming and ran off!" George rolled his eyes, reaching forward to try to swipe the bottle. He had a sore nose and was traumatized by hags. He should get first drink. "Remind me to put another bottle in here for next time." Not that hiding in here was going to be a habit. Unless she wouldn't go away.
"Yeah, I thought about that when I thought about hers. We could charm them like a mirror - toss out insults or the like?" They usually thought alike, so Fred's thought didn't exactly surprise George. Plus both of them tended to try to turn everything into profit and product. "Yeah? How's dad then?"