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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Susan grinned as Dean hugged her back, thoroughly enjoying the deeply dubious look he was throwing her, while simultaneously approving of his attempts to keep paint of her robes. "What a shame," she replied with vast and overwhelming insincerity. "Still, it's nice to know that I can still be terrifying, especially when it's in aid of a friend." With that, she let the subject drop, all too aware that it could possibly be a sore point with her friend.

She shrugged and produced two plates, some cutlery, a tablecloth, and a large folding table from her handbag. "Oh well, you can still help me eat the lasagne," she replied. "Besides, it stopped me bringing alcohol with me - which is a good thing because I don't want to descend into alcoholism to deal with my issues. Plus, we can talk all about your latest earth shattering revelation while we eat. Or at least, as much as you're willing to discuss with me anyway."

She busied herself for a moment, setting up the table and then thoughtfully whipping out her wand and creating two rather squishy chairs for them to sit on. Finally, she sat down and served the lasagne onto the two plates. "So, talk to me, Dean. I know you think I'm being a horrible, nosey cow, but it's seriously better to get this type of stuff off your chest."