Dean snorted, he new spices weren't Seamus' thing and he tried to avoid giving him anything of Aunt Rose's or his accidental over-chillied things if he could help it, but there was only so much he could do. Sometimes it was entertaining to see him squirm, sometimes it was purely accidental that he tried to blow his friend's mouth off.
"Wednesday's good. Plus the choir usually sounds good when I hear bits. As long as I don't fail at base making again tomorrow I'll actually be painting, so it'll be better." He shovelled down the last of his 'stroganoff' and grinned.
"You love me, I'm not getting sacked," he said, making a kissy-face at Seamus and waggling his eyebrows.