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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus smiled at the prospect of lasagne, then fell in exaggerated dismay. "Lasagne like pasta sheets and cheese and mince, right, and no... I don't know, bananas or jalapenos or fish?" Dean's combinations, though usually deliberate, could be honestly just as weird as anything cooked up in the pub kitchen. Seamus ate it all anyway, most of the time.

He watched Dean's eyes scan the bar as he tucked into his own food - strange it might be, but it was filling a gnawing hole in his stomach he hadn't quite realised was there. He shouldn't have skipped breakfast. "They are brilliant, as always," Seamus said, his loyalty to the Kenmare Kestrels as absolute as Dean's was for his beloved West Ham. "A million times better than the rubbish buzzy insects you like."