Seamus, already making Susan another cocktail, threw a cherry at her. "I didn't know he had a girlfriend now!" He tugged his t-shirt down and focused on mixing the lemon juice and the jam. He hadn't been 'fanning his ego', but it had been nice to think someone fancied him, even if that someone was ridiculously inappropriate. Maybe he should make time for another trip to one of London's gay bars, not that he'd ever had much success there. Still, he might get a dance and a snog out of it - and Ernie still hadn't come up with any likely candidates for more.
These thoughts kept him quiet as he finished off Susan's drink, poured another Virgin Mary for Dean and her more alcoholic sister for himself. He set them out on counter separating the 'kitchen' from the 'living room' and promptly presented the heated up lasagne to go with them. "I could get some garlic bread from the pub," he offered, then scowled. "Unless chef's burned it or contaminated it with mint or something."