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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean poked around for a mushroom and chewed it down quickly. "Yeah. I mean it's not a disaster but it's just not right. I'll do a big lasagne at the weekend, you can stick it in the fridge or whatever so you don't have to rely on what comes out of the kitchen, or just grab some veg." He was gesturing slightly with his fork. He knew Seamus wasn't a fan of the less fun business bits, but he had to admit he was good at them.

He rocked back on his stool, before rocking forward over his food again, smiling. People he could joke with were the best.

"Yeah, keeps us all occupied and on the edge of our seats. Keeps nails short and bar numbers up." He glanced over at the paper. "I haven't had a look today, any news on how they're looking?" He glanced around the bar, eagled eyed as always for something out of place. Something specific.