Dean rolled his eyes, taking in the flopped status of Seamus on his sofa. "Yeah, okay. I've got coke, which could reasonably have come from the chip shop," he said. He stood over Seamus, shaking his head at him. "Sure, I'll be your servant, just for a minute," he said.
He went over to where Seamus had left the magically warmed food and grabbed a couple of cans of coke from the fridge, the two packs of fish and chips and two plates just in case. Not that he expected Seamus to want to use them, but sometimes the fish and chips were a bit floppy.
"Budge over," he said, looming over Seamus again, brandishing the retrieved items. "I need to sit and you need to sit up to eat, we are not Romans."