Dean just stuck his tongue out right back, too amused not to. "Not the way to talk to the man who has control of your food!" he pointed out. Not that he'd do anything to it really. At least Seamus had liked his card. That was an excellent start.
It took him only half a minute or so to pour his tea and grab that and the brown sauce while he floated the two plates behind him, the cutlery was in his back pocket, handles down. "I did fried, I didn't want to use a third pan, so the bacon might be a touch eggy in places, although it was mostly out of the way" he admitted. He set down the tea and sauce and turned to grab the plates. "Go on," he said, gesturing to the package Seamus was poking at.