Seamus Finnigan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} openbottle) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Seamus laughed, pulling his stool up to the other side of the bar so he could sit while he talked to Stacey. "Oh yeah?" he asked. "And how long'll this one last? I think the record is still the bacon cheeseburger - that was your favourite for almost a week!" Granted, it had been a week where Stacey was particularly busy and hadn't seemed to come in for meals as much as usual, so perhaps it didn't count. "I like it, anyway. I had to choose between muggle lamb-and-mint burgers or wizarding lamb burgers with actual mint leaves. I'm still not sure I made the right choice." He didn't have the contacts in the muggle world to buy things wholesale, but whole mint leaves might well have been overwhelming for anyone who wasn't used to chewing them as Seamus did.
He made a face at Stacey's description. 'Not displeased' wasn't a way he'd want to feel about something permanently inked into his skin - but then, he'd done days of planning and research and thinking before finally settling on his tattoo, so there'd never been much chance he'd have been disappointed. If a customer couldn't do that for themselves, they sort of deserved what they got. "Wouldn't work be so much nicer without the customers?" he asked, smiling.