Fred recognized his brother's voice immediately, but didn't look up until the drawings were locked away. Especially with a representative of the Ministry of Magic about - he'd be damned if anyone there got hands on anything he was doing. "Could have asked that in writing, Perce," he said as he locked up the drawer under the counter. "Didn't have to come down."
When it was locked, he stood up straight and looked at his brother finally. He wanted to still be brassed. He wanted to set off half the jinxes in the damn shop on him - member of the bloody Inquisition and all - but Percy wasn't so good about hiding when he was nervous or worried, either, and Fred was good at reading people when he wanted to be. So he stared for a second, then he shrugged. "It was alright. Rubbish since, with the crap you lot are doing. How about yours?"