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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"This is just my way of saying Finland was the first cold country I could think of," he said and rolled his eyes. "We could totally go somewhere designed for people who look the colour of parchment though," he said and waggled his eyebrows in amusement. He listened to Seamus ramble about Prague and wondered faintly if it was the sort of place he should take Ophelia if they ever managed to... time to push that thought away purely for being a bit depressing. "I haven't got a clue. My travel has been pretty limited, but I don't really think they can stop people who aren't couples going anywhere. Apart from maybe actual couples holidays, or maybe swingers clubs or something."

Dean had rolled his eyes and started to reach for the bag he had slung around the back of his chair as soon as Seamus had started having ideas. Unlike when he was at work Dean had serious doubts that Seamus was still carrying paper around with him. Dean, of course had two sketchbooks and a notebook for list making with him as well as an assortment of drawing or writing implements. He started digging for his notebook rather than hand over a huge sheet of sketchbook paper for notes about pub business.

"Sure, chocolate usually goes down well, and I'm convinced Dominic can basically do anything you can imagine design-wise," he said. He finally found his notebook and ripped out a blank sheet and handed it over just as Seamus asked for it. "You need a pen too?" he asked, sounding slightly smug.

"And you know, I wouldn't discount the Madam Puddifoot's thing. I mean I haven't a clue if it's still open, but if there's a day people are going to want, or at least put up with lots of pink and hearts and fluff it's Valentine's. The rose garden thing is a bit more... subtle," he said.

Just then a waiter arrived with the start of their order, and Dean leaned himself out of the way so that his long arms weren't all over the table.