George chuckled a little at his Twin's nose wrinkle, knowing that one of the meanings of what he said was probably a little too much information for his Forge. The Twins weren't really the type to discuss the nitty gritty details of their sex lives with one another. Oh, sure, they knew what the other got up to but there was a line where the information just stopped.
Finishing up the last of the pancakes, George looked over his shoulder at his Twin when he spoke, giving a little smile. "Very hungry Twin," he murmured softly, almost as if in deep thought. He turned back to the pan and took out the last pancake before switching everything off and leaving the pan to cool. He'd throw a spell at it later to make it wash itself up.
"Okay, pancakes are done." He carried the large plate with the high stack of them over to the table before plonking himself down in his usual seat. He began loading up his plate and then stopped as he remembered his milkshake on the kitchen bench. "Milkshake." He blurted out, summoning it to his outstretched hand.
He sipped his milkshake happily and looked to Fred. "Dig in, Forge. Get 'em while they're still warm. Choccy chips still melty."
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