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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus finished another mouthful of fish and then shrugged. "I'll feed you grapes, then. Problem solved." As much as it had been a problem in the first place, he supposed, reaching for his coke. Once he'd had a sip and set it down, he very obviously 'snuck' a chip from Dean's parcel and held it up to him, butting it insistently against Dean's lips. He couldn't stop - and didn't try - the chuckle that rose in his throat as Dean finally relented and ate the offered chip. "We're ridiculous."

"I'll ask around," he said as he settled back into his own side of the couch for more comfortable continued eating. "I'm glad it's getting warmer." Though magic made swimming in winter no more uncomfortable than doing so in summer, it still never appealed to him quite as much as it did on sunny days and long evenings. "I need some event to open the garden with, I think. Maybe a picnic." He yawned, mid-chip, covering his mouth with one hand. It had been a long day, and all the apparating as well as the physical exertion was finally taking a toll. "Bedtime soon?" he asked hopefully, once he'd swallowed. "For me, anyway. You can stay up if you like."