"We could create something to grow him a backbone, maybe," Fred offered helpfully, taking a drink and then pushing himself up so that he was sitting on the counter, watching his brother. Watching his brother cook, in his kitchen, as if they'd been mates for years and never taken a break from it while Percy was off with his nose up the Minister's arse.
It was strange.
"Or you might have actually come here with a plan? Which will save us some time, at least," He finally answered, letting Percy talk.