Fortunately, Seamus had lots of little umbrellas leftover from Dean's party, so he mixed up Susan's cocktail (using gin, actual jam, lemon juice and club soda) and poured it into a tall glass with a yellow umbrella and a cocktail cherry. He was tempted to offer Dean a glass of milk to go with his brownie, but instead mixed up a second Virgin Mary and carried both drinks over.
"Yes," he said in response to Susan's question. "I'm going to have to talk to him. I can't have people sending things back like this. It's getting worse." Seamus had a feeling it was getting worse because he'd already tried talking to him and the chef hadn't much appreciated the criticism. His sofa wasn't really big enough for three, but he squeezed himself into the space Dean had left, tugging Dean's arm around him and mentally willing Susan to comment on how 'cute' they were.