Seamus could never get over girls, and their need to hug one another and pretty much cry their eyes out, after just a few weeks of separation. Sure he hated that one time he had been separated from Dean, but he definitely didn’t loose his marbles over it. Just decided a good old hug (a manly one at that) was enough. “Hey, Vati.” He wrapped his arms around his friend and let go after she did. He was trying to look around her for his gift, but it didn’t look like she had brought it; unless it was somewhere in her bag - like the glasses and bottle of champagne had been. Which would just have to do for now. “Sounds Brilliant. Are we going to drink it up here, or...”