"You calling me fat?" Seamus asked with a huff, pulling Susan into his arms once he'd finished the brownie in record time. He knew he was going to have to get up in a moment to make her a drink, but he never turned down affection from those close to him. "Because if you are, take it up with Dean and Hannah. And yourself."
He hauled himself to his feet and reviewed the ingredients in his fridge, wondering if he ought to be worried that he had more drinks than food by quite a margin. He didn't drink that much, most of the time, but it was so easy to order extra bottles of this or that from his pub suppliers and so difficult to have food in stock without it going off. "How about a jam jar?" he asked, he'd only just learned how to make them but according to Dominic they were delicious. "And no, no Dean yet." The roar of the crowd from the wireless indicated that the match was starting and Seamus grinned. "Shall we go demand his presence immediately?"