George gave him a narrow-eyed glare and flipped him off for the comment. "Sod off. She's Fred's fault anyway. He encourages her, the sod." Since Fred was forever telling the hag where he was. Or threatening to.
"Yeah, but we get laid," He added, smirking. Not as much as they claimed, in George's case. But that wasn't for lack of ability to do so. Neither twin had ever had much trouble picking up company when they wanted to.
"Well, you could always give blokes a go then, Perce. I think everyone was shocked you weren't a ponce anyway," he teased. He dug into his pizza. They'd decided the important bits, so that mostly left them free to eat. And give their older brother a hard time, which they were used to doing.