...Patience. Yes, he needed to exercise patience and not give Arthur a sound thwack across the back of his head. Turn the other cheek when you're trying to prove something, right?

"Well that's good. I wouldn't have minded helping if I were around, I'm pretty ace at pitching a tent. Mine's nice, but it doesn't have any magic to it, because I don't see the point. Camping's fun when it's natural."

Or maybe it was just a Muggle thing.

"These vendors have pretty cool stuff, you know. It reminds me of when I was younger and actually got to live in America. Not that England isn't cool, of course. But so's America."

He was talking a lot, as usual, but it was a pleasant sort of talk. As if he was trying to urge conversation out of Arthur, because indeed he was. Plus this was how he behaved with friends, there wasn't really any pranking going on. He would have probably continued on if something didn't occur to him as he thought of his brother.

"Say...you mentioned one of your brothers. They're not all here, are they?"