Disclaimer: Fred and George, and the magic of this world are the sole creation of the phenomenal J. K. Rowling. I do not own these characters. I am merely borrowing them.
"Well that didn't quite go as planned," Fred said, while extinguishing his eyebrow.
"Less dittany, I think, next time. Very spectacular, but poor reaction with the murtlap. Though your eyebrows look right pear-shaped. I think they look best that way. Proves I'm the best looking."
"Right-o," Fred said brightly, before spraying his twin in the face with the rest of his soda. "Definitely look better now."
"Blimey! It looks like the next batch is ruined," George chided, as some of the drink fell into the cauldron. "Might as well get some use out of it..."
The developing room descended into chaos. Breaks from developing new products were definitely the best part of the Wheezes.