Seamus didn't bother to fight down the chuckle at Dean's words. "I said sometimes he sing-singed. "I didn't mean now." He'd been mostly joking, anyway. Since Dean rarely drank Seamus didn't often get drunk him, and when he did it was a rare enough occasion not to merit cursing of any kind. "Besides, I like being full of rum." He laughed again and then got down to the serious work of constructing the perfect burger. Or trying to, at least. As it turned out, the ketchup bottle was harder to manipulate than Seamus had been intending and he ruined one half of a burger bun by oversoaking it.
Fortunately, there were plenty of buns for Seamus to use in his second attempt. One which was noticeably better - if still a little lopsided. Seamus added it to the plate and then looked between it and the door. "You carry it," he suggested to Dean. "My feet feel... heavy." He didn't particularly fancy his chances in the stairs and food combined event.