George chuckled lightly at the small woof, patting Guinness' head so he settled again. "Aren't you just the bossy pup today?" Guinness just let out a yawn in reply and closed his eyes, content enough to start drifting to sleep.
"And milkshakes to go with it?" George added, sounding more like a question. Fred was the leader of the pair, he made all the important decisions like the breakfast menu. He tilted his head so his cheek was pressed to the top of his Twin's head. "I can make the pancakes... with choccy chips or without?"
Guinness opened his eyes and gave both Twins a look that said 'I'm going to have to move, aren't?' almost as if sensing the Twins were planning on moving. The pup stood and nudged the lump in the blankets that was Caffrey before nosing his way under the covers as if investigating what his twin-pup was doing. Guinness and Caffrey had personalities of their own, although each seemed to inherit a little something from Fred and George.
Smiling, George pulled the covers over Nessie's little form. "So, kitchen? Or have we developed mind powers to get the food to cook itself and then bring itself to us?" There was probably a way they could actually do that with magic, but cooking was one thing George preferred doing the Muggle way. It was the way his Mum did it and food always seemed to taste better when made by hand.
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