"Yes, weekends," Susan said with a smile, "You remember those right? In fact next weekend I should invite you both 'round to my place, make a dinner party of it. What do you say?" Susan smiled, suddenly very taken with the idea of having people over to help fill out her ridiculously oversized house.
She laughed, amused at Seamus' lack of subtly, at least in the confines of trying to win The Bet. "Gorgeous is it? I'll have to remember that one, it's a great nickname for you Dean." Her smile turned thoughtful as she considered various people who might fit the bill. "Let me ask around," she told Seamus seriously. "I may know some people who would kill for a chance to work here."
She rolled her eyes and turned to give Dean a full compliment of Meaningful Eye Contact at Seamus' overzealous display of enthusiasm. "Ophelia sounds lovely, handsome. You two sound like you'll get on great." For a moment, she almost felt bad for the woman, but soothed her conscience with the reminder that she would buy a large amount of her jewellery.
She was about to say something else when the commentator suddenly began squealing with excitement as Appleby's seeker suddenly dived. A few seconds later, the match was over, and Appleby had won. "Well," she said, grinning like a maniac, "Shall we eat?"