"How 'bout we get them to trial them at the next Puddlemere game? Then other teams can see them and want them for themselves. You know, play the jealousy card a little. The 'You've got that, well I want that too but better' tactic." George gave a little shrug, letting Fred have the final call on what business strategy they'd use to market the fireworks. Both Twins had a good head for business but neither would do something major in regards to either of their businesses without consulting the other. At least, George didn't... 99.9% of the time, anyway.
Teeth worried over his bottom lip in thought as they lapsed into silence, the sounds on the telly the only sound in the room for a bit. His eyes darted back to his Twin when Forge spoke again, nodding at the idea and visualising it in his mind. "It'll be brilliant." Gred stated simply, knowing their idea would take off and be successful.
A dark head popped inside the gap at the door and George grinned. "Coming in Faramir?" The cat looked up and meowed softly before slinking his way into the room and pouncing onto the side of the bed that Fred was on. Guinness looked up from the screen and sniffed at Faramir before settling again and watching Indiana. Faramir padded the blankets a bit, needing them like dough to make them more comfortable, before settling next to Forge's leg with a low content purr.
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