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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Once they'd reached the safety of his flat, Seamus wrapped his arms around Dean and squeezed him tight, his head ducked down so Dean couldn't see whatever expression was on his face. "You brought me cookies!" he said, hoping the hug could be interpreted as exaggerated gratitude. "You're the best. And here I was going to have a healthy breakfast of..." For a moment, no healthy breakfast foods sprung to mind. Eggs? Sausages? Bacon? All delicious, but hardly the beginnings of a balanced diet. "Porridge!" he crowed, pulling away to make for the kitchen. "Porridge is healthy."

He set the water to boiling with a wave of his wand and pulled open a few cupboard to take stock. He knew he was over-doing the enthusiasm. It was no less suspicious than it would have been to mope and cling to Dean as a little part of him still wanted to. Dean would see right through it - but he'd never said anything before and there was no reason to think he'd start now. "You want a drink?" Seamus asked, in a more normal tone. "I've got all the usual culprits. Even got some milk that's in date, I think."