Susan tilted her head at the boys' continued 'mock' flirting. She was about to say something scathing when she had a sudden flash of insight, and felt the beginnings of an idea take hold in her mind. Smiling like the cat that got the golden snidget. She nodded imperiously in response to Dean's bow. "You can grovel by telling me how things are going with that charming Frenchwoman of yours," she replied sweetly, before smiling at Dean. "He is very handsome, it's true."
She laughed a silver little laugh at Seamus has his eyes glazed over at the thought of her brownies. "You two can knock yourself out - not literally, I didn't accidentally put any sleeping potion in this batch like someone once did, Dean - as long as you save me one." She felt her own stomach grumble appreciatively. "I am looking forward to that Lasagne, and I'm looking forward to the game."
With a last, enigmatic smile at them, she disapparated back to Seamus' flat and settled herself on the sofa, just as Davies scored Appleby their first goal.