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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean shook himself and then grinned at Seamus and pulled a tiny notebook from his pocket and the pencil out of his journal that was still sitting on the bar. "Look, here, I'm making a note to remember the lasagne. Cake will come if it comes," he shrugged a little sadly. He knew that he tended more towards sweet things when he cooked in the middle of the night. Lasagne was definitely a daytime project.

"Oh, sure. I mean I got all that extra practice in, but I know all about the getting easier to talk. However slowly." Dean wasn't exactly the most forthcoming person when he first started going to therapy, but given how much he had found it helped he was much happier to talk now when he was in a safe space. "If I'm doing lasagne you've got no chance for this week." And I'm not making cake to eat on my own birthday.