Percy drifted after Fred and George, looking around the place more closely now that their focus was on food and drink. It was a bit messy, a bit chaotic, as he would have expected. But it was an impressively large flat, on top of their impressively successful shop.
He still had a hard time regarding his brothers as businessmen, but that's just what they were. Though they would probably hit him if he called them that.
"Mmm." He drew his focus to George just as a glass was forced into his hands. He cleared his throat. "Yes, George asked. And then Fred brought it up again. Against my better judgement it left me feeling like my presence here was something you actually wanted."
He regarded them both, eyebrows raised. As hard as it was for him to show up, he really wasn't ready to answer questions about it first thing. "If I was mistaken, just let me know. I'll go. I'll even leave the bottle and the food with you."