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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Aileen waved away Dean's thanks. Though both Graeme and Seamus had moved out, they continued to treat her home as theirs from time to time and she wouldn't have it any other way. "You know you're always welcome here. Neil and I are going to go watch some fireworks with my grand-nieces, but Seamus knows where everything is." As she said this, she levitated two flasks over to put hot soup in for herself and her husband.

Seamus helped, filling first the two flasks and then two bowls for himself and Dean. "I'll leave the rest on the hob in case you want seconds," Aileen said. "I can deal with it when I get back. It shouldn't be late." She turned to Dean. "I know my son has filled his bedroom with sweets. Try not to let him eat himself into a coma. He's looking far too skinny."

"Mum!" Seamus whined, though he had noticed that morning that his jeans were a little loose on him. It had surprised him - he'd thought finally hiring a competent chef would get him back to normal eating habits, but apparently he'd been wrong. He turned to Dean, levitating the bowls and spoons ahead of him. "Just because we're skipping the fireworks doesn't mean we can't have the good stuff, right?" he asked. He was about 95% sure it wouldn't be a problem. "I brought the leftover Halloween sweets from the pub, too."