[There's no questioning that. At all. Fred's been lucky to have anyone here, everyone, and ever since Ron -- well, he can't easily forget it. At least, he's trying not to let himself. He raises his right hand to catch the sparks just as the fizzle out. How brilliant would it be to hold a firework in your hand? He grins.]
You can't win them all.
[He looks up at her pointedly, trademark mischievous smile in place.]
'cause baby you're a firework
You can't win them all.
[He looks up at her pointedly, trademark mischievous smile in place.]
You have to admit, it was pretty good.