Seamus pouted, as if the flaw Dean pointed out was the only thing preventing him from carrying out his migrate-to-Spain plan. "Damn logic," he complained, rubbing at the edge of his nose, which suddenly felt it might be a little sunburned. The power of suggestion and all that... "We could try pre-empting the Christmas rush with a September holiday, I suppose." He sounded doubtful. January was really the only time of the year when he felt like everything was complete and he wouldn't be leaving a handful of threads up in the air. "Or April after the tax year finishes, maybe."
Glad that Dean would be less rushed, Seamus smiled. "It'll be a while before you do another one, yeah?" he asked. "How did it go for the others?" He didn't directly mention Ophelia, perhaps because he was less interested in how she was getting on compared to Braith who he'd known in a roundabout way for much longer. He waved away the question about the pub with an expressive face. "Gotta do something for Valentine's Day, I guess, but..." Valentine's was not Seamus' favourite day of the year. Most years he at least entertained the idea of hosting an anti-Valentine's event in the pub, but he'd never been sure whether he'd be missing out on the commercial success the holiday usually brought.