Susan gave Seamus the sort of look she usually reserved for someone who was about to find themselves with significantly less unbroken bones in their body. "You're calling him handsome now?" She was emphatically not a fool, and knew that Seamus using her pet-name for Dean was just another way he was going about trying to make her lose the bet. "Yes," she agreed, graciously deciding not to hex Seamus. "I will expect definite grovelling if the Arrows have scored, or indeed if they haven't. Essentially I expect grovelling, Dean."
"You pig," she laughed as Seamus nearly fell over himself to go and try some of Dean's cookies. "You literally just ate one of my brownies!" She turned and looked at Dean, her eyes twinkling. "I made brownies by the way. The sort that are kind of like a peat bog in the middle, but crispy on the outside."