Percy took his glass and drank it down neatly, grimacing slightly as he held his glass out for another.
"Well, contrary to the going rumor, I do have my own thanks. There'll be no borrow of bullocks," he said, making a slight face at the notion, "And alright, alright, I'll..owl him. And set up a time when I can meet with him, okay?"
He gave a small sniff, and put down the glass to remove the pizzas from the oven. Setting them on the counter, he opened a few drawers trying to find a knife. He found instead a ball of red yarn, a handful of quills, no more than three pairs of socks, and a rather used looking toothbrush. He pursed his mouth, shaking his head in some exasperation, "It would be a good idea to keep kitchen things in a kitchen," he muttered, more to himself and then he let out a sound of triumph.
"Success!" he said, as he handled the knife and cut the pies into large wedges, "And dinner is served!" he said with a small flair. He turned and opened a cabinet, looking for some plates and was greeted with a sight of books on every shelf. He tried the next one and found every shelf loaded with small vials and containers, seemingly potions supplies.
"Hey, a little help here. Where would one look to find plates?" he asked, a smirk playing across his face at the unique organizational method of his younger brothers.