Seamus laughed openly when Merwyn started looking around for mint bushes. "Ask me next time you're at Finnigan's," he suggested. "I've usually got some mint leaves around - I got into the habit of chewing them, and chef keeps a plant in the kitchen for me." Alright, so the plant had originally been bought for cocktails that required mint, but that was so long ago that it hardly seemed to matter. "I like the green ice cream too though. I like that it's sweeter - makes it a bit different." He shrugged, but made a mental note to drag Dean to the shop some time for his opinion.
"My birthday," Seamus confirmed with a grin. "But it's a bit early for 'Happy Birthday's yet. It's still -" he paused to count "nine days away. Thanks, though." He watched Merwyn taste the last ice cream with another laugh. He reached across and helped himself, pleased to find little flecks of actual pistachio scattered through the ice cream. He gave a satisfied hum. "More for me, then," he said cheerfully, "because I do." He licked his spoon clean before spearing a little of the Peach Iced Tea and slurping it thoughtfully. "Tastes mostly of peach, doesn't it?" he asked, frowning a little. Peach was nice, but he wasn't getting a lot of any 'iced tea' flavour.