"Only every other Tuesday," George answered. He shrugged, ringing up another customer and then adding. "There was a hag who used to follow us about. We finally convinced her we weren't going to marry her, and she went to school, and keeps our books now. She's still a bit mad and terrifying, but she's a good sort, more or less."
"That's the idea," he agreed. George smiled, perching on the counter again, since no one was coming over to make him work again. "Yeah, they're fun." He doted on Charlie, even if he fussed and pretended he didn't, now and then. "You got any little ones hidden away somewhere, then?"