"Don't need to apologise to me, handsome," Seamus said. He'd decided early (before lunch, when there'd still been time in his day to think) that adopting Susan's nickname for two weeks was just one of the many ways they could try to drive her into losing their dare. "But if we get back and Appleby have scored you may have to grovel to Susan."
Even though he could still taste the sweet chocolate of the brownie on his tongue, Seamus visibly perked up. "Cookies?" He looked around and spotted them, heading over to pick them up - and resisting the urge to stuff one into his mouth. "Anything weird in them?" They didn't look like there was anything weird in them, no green flecks of basil or thyme or rosemary. Still, it was good to be sure.