"Can't blame them for that," Seamus teased. "I'd miss you too if I didn't get to see you." He surveyed his pizza for a moment then grabbed the pepper grinder from the middle of the table. "You should go. Where in France are they?" He'd not spent that much time in France in his 'gap year', but he'd seen Lyon and a bit of Provence. "I know it's not going to be much warmer than England out there now, but at least you can hope for some sun, right?"
Seeing as the pizza was presented sliced, Seamus felt no shame in picking up a piece and eating it with his hands. It was pizza, for Merlin's sake, and it wasn't as if he was going to make a mess of himself. Hopefully. "We are stubborn," he agreed. "But then so are you badgers. Susan, especially."