George was currently climbed up onto one of the top shelves, perching on a ladder while he restocked. Which ought to be Roger's job, as he'd informed him, but still he'd just done it himself. Much as George loved ordering Roger around and giving him a hard time, he and Fred both tended to take care of most things themselves, half the time. They'd built the shop up on their own, and had a hard time letting go of things, no matter how they whinged about them.
"Oi - Hes!" he greeted, waving from atop the ladder. George hadn't had a drink yet. And still half planned to not drink after his last bout of drunkenness had ended up with him snogging a father-to-be.
He climbed down carefully, walking over to perch on the counter next to Roger, pointing at the door. "Lock up, Shopboy!"