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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

With his mouth full of chorizo, Seamus nodded. "Sorry," he said, quickly swallowing the morsel and waving an apologetic hand. "A problem shared and all that." He couldn't help but laugh at the expression on Dean's face. "We'll be that age one day," he pointed out. Though, unless the two of them just stopped giving a fuck as they aged he doubted they'd ever be the kind to go on singles holidays. He shook his head, because thinking about his theoretical sex life that far in the future was... weird and a little depressing.

He took the pen in one hand, urging one of the little plates towards Dean with the other, and started making notes. Chocolate, chocolate fountain, roses, tower, fairytale. It was more of a mind-map than a list, but hopefully it would still make sense to him when they got back to England. Seamus rearranged the plates to make some room for the paper, keeping it open for now in case more ideas hit him while they talked. After a moment's hesitation, he tucked the pen behind his ear so he could have his hands free to eat without losing it. "You don't think that's confusing?" he asked. "Valentine's day one floor and anti-Valentine's on another?" Actually, it kind of appealed to him - the whole point of the pub was supposed to be having a space for everyone, after all. "Maybe I could make The Den into an anti-Valentine's thing... What would that even look like?"

He wasn't necessarily looking for Dean to answer the question. His mind would continue working on it while they talked of other things. Black? Or was that too much? What was the opposite of hearts and flowers? He added another note in the corner of his paper - 'Talk to Dominic!'. He grinned at Dean. "I wouldn't know," he said, "I mostly have people to cook for me anyway."