"Purple?" Fred looked sideways at George until he'd said 'fruity' and then finished by asking "Foul?" And shaking his head, reaching to take the food and drink away from Percy and take them into the kitchen.
The flat was expansive, taking up the whole space above the shop, but cluttered with their product ideas and prototypes and with several burnt areas from things gone awry he'd always thought it felt smaller than it was. He'd never really minded that. "So, what brings you by, Perce? Seeing as we agreed it was all against your nature and shite?" He asked from the kitchen.