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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

At least Seamus managed to lighten the mood slightly and Dean snorted. He couldn't help but think that maybe they could just have that old and grey moment with the jobs they had now. It was a stupid fantasy though and he dismissed it. "Well, there have to be some perks aside from the Guinness drinking," he agreed. "Although I still think we should get Luna to discover something new and make our money from breeding it."

They both ate rather quickly, and Dean too made appreciative noises. It was his own cooking, but he could appreciate it too, and bacon was always worth the appreciation. He saw Seamus eye up his last bit of farl, but frankly he'd resisted the urge to eat any while he was cooking so he grabbed the last bit and shoved it in his mouth, realising his mistake when Seamus asked him a question.

He shrugged. He didn't really have a preference as such. Instead he snatched up both plates and cutlery and floated them onto the floor out of the range of feet when they got back out of the bed. "I mean, one's sort of silly, one's sort of serious, but I'm not telling you which so you've just gotta guess," he said, picking up his tea and taking a sip after putting his wand away again. Now that he'd eaten it had cooled down enough to drink without scalding himself.