Re: Seamus, Susan and Open
Seamus rolled his eyes, as he always did as Susan's mothering. "We both have mams of our own to look after us, you know," he pointed out. "And they're worse than you!" About the food and the insistence that the two of them ought to be together. The thought took Seamus back to Dean's (mildly tortured) declaration that he loved Seamus more than West Ham and he smiled.
"Close enough. Chilli powder instead of paprika. It was... an experience." He met her eyes with a grin. "There's probably some left." He was seriously thinking about the best thing to do with Chef. Some kind of disciplinary or written warning? Help him work out a better labelling system? Start docking his wages for unservable meals? These were all options, Seamus needed to sleep on it.