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Title: Meet the Weasleys
Characters: hp_capslock Barty Crouch Jr, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley
Pairing: Barty/Fred, Molly/Arthur, George/Luna (implied)
Rating: PG~
Synposis: AWKWARD DINNER IS AWKWARD.
WC: 2339
It was quiet.
Painfully quiet.
He would pass the potatoes and he would pass the corn and she passed the chicken and he slathered it all in gravy.
And no one spoke.
“This is delicious,” Barty piped up nervously as he smiled to Molly. Trying his hardest to keep his hand from shaking too noticeably, Barty half-placed, half-dropped the bowl back on to the table. He cringed at the clang it made against the old, worn out table and smiled as though he was trying to hold back vomit.
“Thank you,” Molly replied quietly into her fork. Her hand twitched as she motioned quickly and what she must have thought was discreetly to Arthur.
He cleared his throat and smiled. “So, Barty, you’re a Timelord. That’s interesting.”
Barty tried his best not to laugh as he heard the familiar smack of Fred’s palm against his forehead. “It’s very interesting, actually, Mr. Weasley.”
“And your space ship, your… your…”
“TARDIS, dad,” Fred sighed into his palm and inhaled deeply. “The TARDIS.”
“Yes, that,” Arthur sounded slightly excited. “Your TARDIS, I’d love to know more about that.”
Barty leaned forward and grinned. “It’s like nothing you’ll ever see, Mr. Weasley.” Excited to see Arthur taking a slight interest into his life, Barty continued on happily. “I remember the day I first got her. She smelled like new TARDIS.”
“How old is, well, she, then?” Arthur asked, cutting his chicken into tiny bits.
“Nearly nine hundred and twenty!” Barty laughed as he scooped up more potato on to his fork. “Fredrick was telling me he was going to build a cake replica of her on her birthday and we’ll have a sort of house warming.”
“Well, sort of a replica,” Fred concentrated very hard on his plate. “I can’t really make a cake bigger on the inside and-“
“Did you say ‘bigger on the inside’?” Arthur’s eyes lit up. “Is your ship really bigger on the inside?”
“Well,” Barty laughed. “Did you think Fredrick and I just sort of squished together into a tiny phone box, sir?”
Molly coughed loudly to show her distaste in the subject of conversation and made sure Barty knew it. It wasn’t as if he had said anything wrong, it was foolish to believe that two full grown men, not to mention a flying carpet, a tin dog and an adopted daughter could fit into a tiny phone box.
“No, I suppose not,” Arthur grinned. “Fantastic, so, it’s magical?”
“Sort of,” Barty grinned at Fred. “Fredrick figured out how to Timelordify a pillow fort.” He’d never forget it. Christmas morning, being dragged up to the opening of a pillow fort and his jaw dropping at the sight of it. The amount of time and effort and brainpower, Barty would never forget it.
“I suppose that’s a better use of his time than meddling with those stupid toys,” Molly scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Pillow forts, indeed.”
Barty was glad to see that at least one parent was interested. Even if he wasn’t around very often. “He made me stars too.”
Arthur put down his fork and knife and laughed. “Our Fred do something like that?” He pointed to Barty and shook his head. “You, sir, are too funny.”
“Oh, but it’s true!” Barty grinned proudly. “I have them in our room. Sometimes, when Fredrick is asleep and I don’t want to turn on the light and wake him up-“ There was that cough again from Molly. “I take out a star and read by starlight.”
“That’ll ruin your eyes, you know,” Arthur stated matter-of-factly.
Leaning over and digging into his pockets, Barty took out his glasses and slid them on to his face. “I make sure it’s not for too long, Mr. Weasley.”
“Please, call me Arthur,” the older ginger man beamed. His beam was similar to Fred’s, you could tell the beams were related. But Fred’s beam involved his nose scrunching up just a bit and his shoulders bunching up a bit. Arthur’s nose and shoulders stayed put, but his eyes wrinkled at the corners.
“Alright, Arthur,” Barty nudged Fred’s foot under the table and grinned widely at him as he cleaned his plate. He nudged Fred’s foot again and threw him that look that asked without asking, ‘are you alright?’. Fred smiled with a mouthful of food and blushed lightly.
“Fred,” Arthur beamed. “You seem to have found a very good… well, what are you two?”
Fred and Barty exchanged glances and took identical deep breaths. “Bestieboyfriendyloveythings,” they replied in unison.
“Well,” Arthur laughed. “I’m glad you have found one of those, Fred.”
Taking a second longer to respond, Molly nodded as enthusiastically as she could. “We both are.”
Fred grinned a bit brighter and put his utensils down. “Um, Barty, I wanted to show my dad the TARDIS, would you mind if-“
“Not at all, Fredrick,” Barty stood up and extended his hand to take Fred’s plate. “I’ll do the dishes, you give your dad the grand tour.”
Fred bat Arthur’s hand and pulled him up. “One rule, dad.”
“What’s that?”
“No touching anything.”
Barty laughed as Arthur sighed. “Fine, fine. I suppose that’s for the best.” He handed Barty his plate and Barty turned to face Molly. “May I take your plate?”
“No, I’m perfectly capable of doing that on my own,” Molly stood up abruptly and carried her plate to the kitchen quickly. Barty watched as she placed it in the sink and came trotting back to scoop the plates out of Barty’s hands.
“No, no, Mrs. Weasley,” Barty pulled the plates closer to himself. “I’ll be doing the dishes, it’s the least I can do after that lovely meal.”
Molly threw her hands in the air and walked out of the room and into the sitting area. The men in the dinning room heard her sigh loudly, trying to prove some sort of point.
“Want us to help?” Fred walked up to Barty and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Oh, Fredrick,” Barty grinned and tapped the tip of Fred’s nose. “Takes more than an angry mother to keep me from doing the dishes.” He waved out the door. “Take your father to see the TARDIS and I’ll meet up with you when I’m done.”
Fred sighed forlornly. “Come on, dad. I can show you my home.”
Barty couldn’t help but laugh as he heard the banter between father and son.
“I won’t fit in there with you-“
“How do you think I got here? Barty and I were in here-“
“Yes, but you and he are much thinner than I am and-“
“Dad, don’t let anyone tell you that your body shape isn’t perfect-“
“Still a smartass-“
“I think we use the term ‘brilliant’ in the TARDIS, father,” Fred winked at Barty through the window as he opened the door and helped Arthur in.
“Merlin’s beard! It’s-“
“Bigger on the inside,” Barty heard Fred sigh. “I know, dad. I know.”
Barty set the dishes in the sink and turned the water on. He could have easily magicked the plates to clean themselves and accompany Fred and Arthur on the TARDIS tour, but he felt it his duty to try and spend as much time with Molly as he could, even if she did hate him.
“I don’t know who you’re trying to impress,” she muttered from her knitting. “No one washes dishes by hand.”
“Well, Fredrick and I do,” he dunked the dishrag into the soapy water and took to the plates. He scrubbed Arthur’s gravy-caked plate and looked out the window. It was a gorgeous night out and he was so happy with what he had planned. Barty had everything planned so that after this dinner, he would fly them to the flat to visit George and drop off the newest and biggest net Fred had found for him. They’d leave the TARDIS at the shop and walk down Diagon Alley and window shop and talk about how everything was ridiculously overpriced and ‘how in our day’ and how fashion was changing and how they were timeless. Fred would wear his sweater and everyone would stare at them and whisper about how their hands fit perfectly or how they just looked right or how no one else in the universe could match them in the slightest.
“Well?” Molly asked louder from her chair.
“Sorry,” Barty grinned as he scrubbed another plate. “I was just thinking.”
“Apparently, you do that a lot,” Molly picked out a different colour of yarn and started knitting something new. “Fredrick won’t stop talking about it.”
“Is that right?” Barty grinned sheepishly as he peeked out the window. The boys were still not back yet and Barty was hoping that he would see them emerge any time soon and save him from this awkwardness.
“Mhmm,” Molly’s knitting sped up. “He really loves you.”
“I know,” Barty swirled the warm water against the porcelain. “I’m lucky to have him.”
“Agreeing with me isn’t going to win you any favours,” Molly huffed, her knitting needles ticking at a thousand ticks a second.
“No, I’m not agreeing, I’m stating a fact,” Barty gazed out the window and his heart skipped when he saw the TARDIS door open and a very wide eyed Arthur step out.
“Molly,” his voice boomed happily. “You should see it. Spotless, spacious and they have a little dog!”
“A dog?”
“A tin dog!” Arthur beamed and looked at Barty. “He is very polite.”
He grinned proudly. “K9 is a very good dog.”
Fred walked over and grabbed the other dishcloth. “Dad particularly enjoyed looking at the console. Very closely. And asking a lot of questions.”
“Awkward,” Barty whispered quickly. “Fantastic,” he turned to Arthur. “Particular favourite part?”
“Oh, well,” Arthur rambled on excitedly about each part of the console that he could remember. “And a screen you can talk through! Merlin.” He sounded so delighted with the TARDIS, Barty wondered if he would slip and ask to move in himself.
“You know,” Barty dried off his hands and walked over to Arthur. “That screen in there, it’s a communication device-“
“Yes, Fred told me all about it.”
“If you’d like, I could set one up so we could call you when we’re out and about. You could give us a ring once in a while! I set one up for George, but he usually just talks to Fredrick,” and he pointed to his head, “so, it was sort of useless. But if you’d like, I could-“
“No, no,” Arthur clapped a hand to Barty’s shoulder. “Fred’s given me his phone number and I know how to use a Muggle phone, you know.”
“You don’t say,” Barty laughed. “Arthur Weasley, you are a regular genius.”
“Well, I am not one to brag,” Arthur waved his hand modestly. “But I am the reason why the Ford could fly, you know.”
“I have heard!” Barty laughed and adjusted his glasses. “And I would absolutely adore to hear the story in full, however,” he pointed to Fred, who was just finishing wiping the counter clean. “There is a certain bestieboyfriendyloveofmylifeything that I have to take out on a date.”
“Yes, yes,” Arthur nodded. “You keep taking good care of him, alright?”
“Of course, sir.”
“And make sure there’s lots of adventures-“
“Of course, sir.”
“And just,” he extended his hand, waiting for Barty to shake it. “Just keep up what you’re doing.”
Barty took Arthur’s hand and shook it firmly. “I can manage that.”
“We’re good?” Fred walked over and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “I don’t want this to turn into a fight to the death.”
“Well,” Molly began. Fred cringed and regretted his choice of words.
“We’ll go,” Fred tugged Barty by the hand and beamed. “Bye dad, bye mum.”
“It was nice meeting you, Barty.”
“Nice meeting you too, Arthur!” Barty called from half-way out the door. Arthur watched as his son and the love of his son’s life disappeared into that TARDIS machine and faded in and out of focus until they were gone.
--
“Fredrick,” Barty stopped him in the middle of the crowded street. People were pushing into them and, had Barty not been hanging on to him, Fred would have been trampled.
“Yes, Barty?” Fred glared at the person who had just bumped into him.
Cupping his face in his hands, Barty pressed Fred against the doorframe to Wheezes and kissed him firmly. He grinned as he felt Fred’s fingers run through his hair and tug lightly, pulling him closer against him.
And they got smacked by the door.
“Oh, no snogging in front of the shop, you two,” George sighed and slung his net over his shoulder. “It sends out a negative message.”
“And what message is that, Georgie?” Fred barely pulled away from Barty.
“It proves to children that they can be happy and still have a good time,” George shook his head. “God, you two, you should know that no parent actually wants that for their child.”
“Right-“
“How could we have been so stupid?”
George grinned and waved goodbye. “I’d stay and chat, but Luna owled and said that she was leaving for Russia. Apparently, there is something with a green horn there. I must go investigate.”
“Have fun, Georgie!” Fred beamed.
“You too, just not in front of the shop,” George laughed and ran off down the street.
Fred pulled Barty inside the shop and jumped up on the counter. “Where were we then?”
“I believe we were ‘snogging’,” Barty laughed, his hands wandering to Fred’s hips.
“Shall we then?” Fred leaned in and waited for Barty to make contact.
“Yes, let’s, love.”
--
After throwing another log on to the fire, Arthur strode over to Molly and sat down on the couch beside her. “Wonderful lad. Truly remarkable man.”
Molly smiled and held up her knitting work. “Do you think this is the right shade of blue?”
Arthur grinned and kissed Molly quickly on the cheek. “I’m sure he’ll love it, Mollywobbles.”
Characters: hp_capslock Barty Crouch Jr, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley
Pairing: Barty/Fred, Molly/Arthur, George/Luna (implied)
Rating: PG~
Synposis: AWKWARD DINNER IS AWKWARD.
WC: 2339
It was quiet.
Painfully quiet.
He would pass the potatoes and he would pass the corn and she passed the chicken and he slathered it all in gravy.
And no one spoke.
“This is delicious,” Barty piped up nervously as he smiled to Molly. Trying his hardest to keep his hand from shaking too noticeably, Barty half-placed, half-dropped the bowl back on to the table. He cringed at the clang it made against the old, worn out table and smiled as though he was trying to hold back vomit.
“Thank you,” Molly replied quietly into her fork. Her hand twitched as she motioned quickly and what she must have thought was discreetly to Arthur.
He cleared his throat and smiled. “So, Barty, you’re a Timelord. That’s interesting.”
Barty tried his best not to laugh as he heard the familiar smack of Fred’s palm against his forehead. “It’s very interesting, actually, Mr. Weasley.”
“And your space ship, your… your…”
“TARDIS, dad,” Fred sighed into his palm and inhaled deeply. “The TARDIS.”
“Yes, that,” Arthur sounded slightly excited. “Your TARDIS, I’d love to know more about that.”
Barty leaned forward and grinned. “It’s like nothing you’ll ever see, Mr. Weasley.” Excited to see Arthur taking a slight interest into his life, Barty continued on happily. “I remember the day I first got her. She smelled like new TARDIS.”
“How old is, well, she, then?” Arthur asked, cutting his chicken into tiny bits.
“Nearly nine hundred and twenty!” Barty laughed as he scooped up more potato on to his fork. “Fredrick was telling me he was going to build a cake replica of her on her birthday and we’ll have a sort of house warming.”
“Well, sort of a replica,” Fred concentrated very hard on his plate. “I can’t really make a cake bigger on the inside and-“
“Did you say ‘bigger on the inside’?” Arthur’s eyes lit up. “Is your ship really bigger on the inside?”
“Well,” Barty laughed. “Did you think Fredrick and I just sort of squished together into a tiny phone box, sir?”
Molly coughed loudly to show her distaste in the subject of conversation and made sure Barty knew it. It wasn’t as if he had said anything wrong, it was foolish to believe that two full grown men, not to mention a flying carpet, a tin dog and an adopted daughter could fit into a tiny phone box.
“No, I suppose not,” Arthur grinned. “Fantastic, so, it’s magical?”
“Sort of,” Barty grinned at Fred. “Fredrick figured out how to Timelordify a pillow fort.” He’d never forget it. Christmas morning, being dragged up to the opening of a pillow fort and his jaw dropping at the sight of it. The amount of time and effort and brainpower, Barty would never forget it.
“I suppose that’s a better use of his time than meddling with those stupid toys,” Molly scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Pillow forts, indeed.”
Barty was glad to see that at least one parent was interested. Even if he wasn’t around very often. “He made me stars too.”
Arthur put down his fork and knife and laughed. “Our Fred do something like that?” He pointed to Barty and shook his head. “You, sir, are too funny.”
“Oh, but it’s true!” Barty grinned proudly. “I have them in our room. Sometimes, when Fredrick is asleep and I don’t want to turn on the light and wake him up-“ There was that cough again from Molly. “I take out a star and read by starlight.”
“That’ll ruin your eyes, you know,” Arthur stated matter-of-factly.
Leaning over and digging into his pockets, Barty took out his glasses and slid them on to his face. “I make sure it’s not for too long, Mr. Weasley.”
“Please, call me Arthur,” the older ginger man beamed. His beam was similar to Fred’s, you could tell the beams were related. But Fred’s beam involved his nose scrunching up just a bit and his shoulders bunching up a bit. Arthur’s nose and shoulders stayed put, but his eyes wrinkled at the corners.
“Alright, Arthur,” Barty nudged Fred’s foot under the table and grinned widely at him as he cleaned his plate. He nudged Fred’s foot again and threw him that look that asked without asking, ‘are you alright?’. Fred smiled with a mouthful of food and blushed lightly.
“Fred,” Arthur beamed. “You seem to have found a very good… well, what are you two?”
Fred and Barty exchanged glances and took identical deep breaths. “Bestieboyfriendyloveythings,” they replied in unison.
“Well,” Arthur laughed. “I’m glad you have found one of those, Fred.”
Taking a second longer to respond, Molly nodded as enthusiastically as she could. “We both are.”
Fred grinned a bit brighter and put his utensils down. “Um, Barty, I wanted to show my dad the TARDIS, would you mind if-“
“Not at all, Fredrick,” Barty stood up and extended his hand to take Fred’s plate. “I’ll do the dishes, you give your dad the grand tour.”
Fred bat Arthur’s hand and pulled him up. “One rule, dad.”
“What’s that?”
“No touching anything.”
Barty laughed as Arthur sighed. “Fine, fine. I suppose that’s for the best.” He handed Barty his plate and Barty turned to face Molly. “May I take your plate?”
“No, I’m perfectly capable of doing that on my own,” Molly stood up abruptly and carried her plate to the kitchen quickly. Barty watched as she placed it in the sink and came trotting back to scoop the plates out of Barty’s hands.
“No, no, Mrs. Weasley,” Barty pulled the plates closer to himself. “I’ll be doing the dishes, it’s the least I can do after that lovely meal.”
Molly threw her hands in the air and walked out of the room and into the sitting area. The men in the dinning room heard her sigh loudly, trying to prove some sort of point.
“Want us to help?” Fred walked up to Barty and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Oh, Fredrick,” Barty grinned and tapped the tip of Fred’s nose. “Takes more than an angry mother to keep me from doing the dishes.” He waved out the door. “Take your father to see the TARDIS and I’ll meet up with you when I’m done.”
Fred sighed forlornly. “Come on, dad. I can show you my home.”
Barty couldn’t help but laugh as he heard the banter between father and son.
“I won’t fit in there with you-“
“How do you think I got here? Barty and I were in here-“
“Yes, but you and he are much thinner than I am and-“
“Dad, don’t let anyone tell you that your body shape isn’t perfect-“
“Still a smartass-“
“I think we use the term ‘brilliant’ in the TARDIS, father,” Fred winked at Barty through the window as he opened the door and helped Arthur in.
“Merlin’s beard! It’s-“
“Bigger on the inside,” Barty heard Fred sigh. “I know, dad. I know.”
Barty set the dishes in the sink and turned the water on. He could have easily magicked the plates to clean themselves and accompany Fred and Arthur on the TARDIS tour, but he felt it his duty to try and spend as much time with Molly as he could, even if she did hate him.
“I don’t know who you’re trying to impress,” she muttered from her knitting. “No one washes dishes by hand.”
“Well, Fredrick and I do,” he dunked the dishrag into the soapy water and took to the plates. He scrubbed Arthur’s gravy-caked plate and looked out the window. It was a gorgeous night out and he was so happy with what he had planned. Barty had everything planned so that after this dinner, he would fly them to the flat to visit George and drop off the newest and biggest net Fred had found for him. They’d leave the TARDIS at the shop and walk down Diagon Alley and window shop and talk about how everything was ridiculously overpriced and ‘how in our day’ and how fashion was changing and how they were timeless. Fred would wear his sweater and everyone would stare at them and whisper about how their hands fit perfectly or how they just looked right or how no one else in the universe could match them in the slightest.
“Well?” Molly asked louder from her chair.
“Sorry,” Barty grinned as he scrubbed another plate. “I was just thinking.”
“Apparently, you do that a lot,” Molly picked out a different colour of yarn and started knitting something new. “Fredrick won’t stop talking about it.”
“Is that right?” Barty grinned sheepishly as he peeked out the window. The boys were still not back yet and Barty was hoping that he would see them emerge any time soon and save him from this awkwardness.
“Mhmm,” Molly’s knitting sped up. “He really loves you.”
“I know,” Barty swirled the warm water against the porcelain. “I’m lucky to have him.”
“Agreeing with me isn’t going to win you any favours,” Molly huffed, her knitting needles ticking at a thousand ticks a second.
“No, I’m not agreeing, I’m stating a fact,” Barty gazed out the window and his heart skipped when he saw the TARDIS door open and a very wide eyed Arthur step out.
“Molly,” his voice boomed happily. “You should see it. Spotless, spacious and they have a little dog!”
“A dog?”
“A tin dog!” Arthur beamed and looked at Barty. “He is very polite.”
He grinned proudly. “K9 is a very good dog.”
Fred walked over and grabbed the other dishcloth. “Dad particularly enjoyed looking at the console. Very closely. And asking a lot of questions.”
“Awkward,” Barty whispered quickly. “Fantastic,” he turned to Arthur. “Particular favourite part?”
“Oh, well,” Arthur rambled on excitedly about each part of the console that he could remember. “And a screen you can talk through! Merlin.” He sounded so delighted with the TARDIS, Barty wondered if he would slip and ask to move in himself.
“You know,” Barty dried off his hands and walked over to Arthur. “That screen in there, it’s a communication device-“
“Yes, Fred told me all about it.”
“If you’d like, I could set one up so we could call you when we’re out and about. You could give us a ring once in a while! I set one up for George, but he usually just talks to Fredrick,” and he pointed to his head, “so, it was sort of useless. But if you’d like, I could-“
“No, no,” Arthur clapped a hand to Barty’s shoulder. “Fred’s given me his phone number and I know how to use a Muggle phone, you know.”
“You don’t say,” Barty laughed. “Arthur Weasley, you are a regular genius.”
“Well, I am not one to brag,” Arthur waved his hand modestly. “But I am the reason why the Ford could fly, you know.”
“I have heard!” Barty laughed and adjusted his glasses. “And I would absolutely adore to hear the story in full, however,” he pointed to Fred, who was just finishing wiping the counter clean. “There is a certain bestieboyfriendyloveofmylifeything that I have to take out on a date.”
“Yes, yes,” Arthur nodded. “You keep taking good care of him, alright?”
“Of course, sir.”
“And make sure there’s lots of adventures-“
“Of course, sir.”
“And just,” he extended his hand, waiting for Barty to shake it. “Just keep up what you’re doing.”
Barty took Arthur’s hand and shook it firmly. “I can manage that.”
“We’re good?” Fred walked over and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “I don’t want this to turn into a fight to the death.”
“Well,” Molly began. Fred cringed and regretted his choice of words.
“We’ll go,” Fred tugged Barty by the hand and beamed. “Bye dad, bye mum.”
“It was nice meeting you, Barty.”
“Nice meeting you too, Arthur!” Barty called from half-way out the door. Arthur watched as his son and the love of his son’s life disappeared into that TARDIS machine and faded in and out of focus until they were gone.
--
“Fredrick,” Barty stopped him in the middle of the crowded street. People were pushing into them and, had Barty not been hanging on to him, Fred would have been trampled.
“Yes, Barty?” Fred glared at the person who had just bumped into him.
Cupping his face in his hands, Barty pressed Fred against the doorframe to Wheezes and kissed him firmly. He grinned as he felt Fred’s fingers run through his hair and tug lightly, pulling him closer against him.
And they got smacked by the door.
“Oh, no snogging in front of the shop, you two,” George sighed and slung his net over his shoulder. “It sends out a negative message.”
“And what message is that, Georgie?” Fred barely pulled away from Barty.
“It proves to children that they can be happy and still have a good time,” George shook his head. “God, you two, you should know that no parent actually wants that for their child.”
“Right-“
“How could we have been so stupid?”
George grinned and waved goodbye. “I’d stay and chat, but Luna owled and said that she was leaving for Russia. Apparently, there is something with a green horn there. I must go investigate.”
“Have fun, Georgie!” Fred beamed.
“You too, just not in front of the shop,” George laughed and ran off down the street.
Fred pulled Barty inside the shop and jumped up on the counter. “Where were we then?”
“I believe we were ‘snogging’,” Barty laughed, his hands wandering to Fred’s hips.
“Shall we then?” Fred leaned in and waited for Barty to make contact.
“Yes, let’s, love.”
--
After throwing another log on to the fire, Arthur strode over to Molly and sat down on the couch beside her. “Wonderful lad. Truly remarkable man.”
Molly smiled and held up her knitting work. “Do you think this is the right shade of blue?”
Arthur grinned and kissed Molly quickly on the cheek. “I’m sure he’ll love it, Mollywobbles.”