As George entered the kitchen, Fred's eyes tracked his movements, watching him wash his hands and settle in his seat. 'Mmmhmm cheesy toast and 'mato soup, food of kings!' Pulling his own plate a little closer, he munched his way through his first piece of toast quietly. He knew Gred should probably talk about things, but he also knew he wasn't the best at dealing with feelings, so he decided to let his Twin speak first.
'Oh. Lunch for pups.' Hopping up from his seat he put some food in Nessie and Caff's bowls, knowing the sound of the metal hitting floor would bring the dogs running. Sure enough, he had to step over two furry red bodies on his way back to the table.
Sipping at his soup, he risked a glance across at his Gred. 'Fixed your journal then?'
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