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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus resisted the urge to hold up a hand to make Dean wait while he fetched quill and ink. His eyes did glaze over slightly when Dean starting talking about pigments, though. He understood on a theoretical level why Dean would need more than one shade of green, but was convinced no one who didn't work with the things all day every day could really remember all the names. "Moroccan green," he echoed. "What's green about Morocco?" He hadn't made it that far in his travels, but he associated Morocco more with brown and sand shades.

He made a mental note to tell anyone who asked to get Dean fine detail brushes and any kind of paint they could find. Dean would make a use for it whatever it was. "Did you see the list of Quidditch team cakes Melinda put up in the journals?" he asked. He was thinking about some recipe books for Dean, but wasn't a hundred percent sure they were a good idea. He didn't want to remind Dean of the sleepless nights, but it might inspire some new ideas. Ones more edible than the cheddar-and-apple cookies Dean had insisted Seamus try last month.