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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Don't see why they can't come if it's a Friday. They might have plans, what with Jess forever at goodbye parties these days, but I can ask." He shrugged, having no actual idea of what his sisters were up to.

He frowned at Seamus' apparent change in mood, not sure what had set him off. Rolling back through the conversation he couldn't pinpoint it, so he just got up and joined him, nudging him with a friendly hip canted sideways and a gave him a hopeful smile.

"Thanks," he said, taking his drink and crunching on the celery from the first one.

"Yeah, they won one-nil, had an early kick-off. I checked earlier, before my brain got lost in paint fumes apparently!" He knew his mind had a tendency to get caught in painting mode and blew it off as a joke.

He looked a the dish of lasagne. While it would feed all three of them Dean was feeling pretty hungry. "Might be a good idea, I mean, unless it's gone to crap."