Seamus rolled his eyes, but he grinned right back. "Food not made by you or me is great," he agreed. "We'll see what we can beg off chef." He watched Dean go, happy to see him so happy. His gaze lasted a little longer than usual as he tried to work out how to answer the question posed. "No, just work as per," he said eventually.
His grin only stretched wider at Dean's question about his speech impediment. "No," he said, smug as the kneazle who got into the dairy. "I'm just that good that you can't tell." He leaned back against the counter as a way to have even more fun occurred to him. "Want to bet?" he challenged. "If you can guess by the end of the day, you win."