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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Letting Dean babble on about paint and potions and nudity, Seamus warmed water for the tea and set about making it the way he knew Dean liked. The bar was quiet after the lunch rush (which hadn't, in fact, been a rush by any definition of the word) and he had time to sit while Dean drank it.

Which, moments later, is exactly what he did - hooking his foot around a stool and dragging it over so he could sit on his side of the bar while Dean remained on the customer side. A gently steaming teapot and two cups rested on the bar between them. "Proper little tea party," he observed, lifting his pinky while he poured. "It'd be good if we had some biscuts..." His stomach grumbled at the thought, but he knew it was fruitless. The kitchens at Finnigan's were great for turning out roast meat, stews and every kind of potato but pastries and sweet things were somewhat beyond their current staff.