Fred held up a hand. "Whoa, Perce. No reason to go threatening to leave and all. I was just asking. Besides, in those journal things you said that it was against your nature. After I went on about how George and I couldn't ever figure out when we'd actually be in the flat, since we get ..." He made a vague hand gesture that meant that they got distracted, with fingers puffing out explosively - because usually their distractions ended that way.
"It's good you came by. How much curry do you want?" Fred was pulling down plates, piling the food that Percy had brought onto them.