Fred waved a hand dismissively. "Just figure out where we can order it from, and Georgie and I can pay for it." And he made a vague gesture to the shop and the cash register that said for maybe the first time in a Weasley's life, paying for something was not even an afterthought.
"Rending out a pub would be brilliant. Think Rosie would let us let out the Broomsticks for a night? Or at least her upstairs? Oh. No. Can't do that," He shook his head, seemingly talking to himself at this point. "Strippers are muggles. Have to be a muggle pub."