"I'd be a great Roman," Seamus grumbled as he sat up, though his knowledge of whatever muggle Roman culture Dean was referencing was exactly zero. He'd covered Egyptians, Tudors and Celts in his muggle primary school, but not Rome. "I can lie here and you can feed me grapes."
Once he was properly sitting up, he made grabby hands until Dean gave him his magically warmed food. Then, once Dean had taken a seat himself, Seamus slumped companionably against him as he munched on chips. He watched Dean's hands as they unwrapped his own portion, not able to look up at his face from this position. "We should do that more often," he said.