Fred nodded. He'd thought that too, and George thinking it too confirmed it. "I don't know, maybe he's lying through hit buck teeth and really is feeling guilty about it. I mean, imagine having to come back in to mum after you'd done that to her. I told him I thought he was full of shite, really. That all he wanted to do was run back in to mum and have it be okay." And he'd denied it, or hadn't he? That was where the conversation had gone all fuzzy because he'd stopped yelling at Percy and Percy had started to look more like he'd been slapped and .... hurt.
"Nah, waste of string. Unless we strung a whole group together. You know what we should do? Something with that gas that makes your voice go all high and squirrelly."