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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Is this your way of telling me you want to go to Finaland?" Seamus asked, amused. "Maybe we should go somewhere where my hardy Celtic background will actually be of some use, though. Prague's supposed to be nice. Is Prague cold?" Seamus's geography was not particularly good, but it seemed like Prague out to be cold, somehow. "Though someone told me you should only go to Prague if you're a couple. Apparently it's very romantic. How can a city be so romantic that you can't even go there unless you're a couple?" Seamus genuinely didn't understand it, and it didn't help that he couldn't remember who'd told him. "I mean, people have to live there, right? And they can't all be perfectly split into pairs the whole time." He was mostly rambling - talking for the sake of it - but there was just a note of exasperation in his voice.

He grinned back - pleased that the show had been a success, and that Dean wouldn't have to prepare for another one soon. He knew how exhausting and stressful they could be. "Madame Puddifoot's!" Seamus exclaimed, laughing. "I'd forgotten about that place. I wonder if it's still open." If not, he was wondering if he could recreate the vibe... would that be amusing, or just depressing? It felt amusing now, a good few weeks away from the date in question, but he could see how on Valentine's day itself it might bring back bad memories and serve to remind people that they were single... Maybe not, then. He really did feel like he had to do something, though. "Maybe I could do something that's only sort of related. Like a chocolate-tasting... or a chocolate fountain. Or..." Seamus sipped at his beer thoughtfully, wishing he had a scrap of parchment with him to make notes on. He'd been so intent on not-working that he hadn't brought one.

"Dominic could turn The Roost into a fairytale rose garden... the pumpkin patch at Halloween went down really well, and I know he's getting interested in more kid-related stuff..." Hands eager to be doing something, he twisted the ring Dean had given him for Christmas. "Have you got a bit of paper you could lend me?" he asked, making puppy-dog eyes at his always-carrying-a-sketchpad best friend.