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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean grinned at his unexpected visitor. "No, I really wasn't," he said and frowned. "I forgot to ward the message to Bryony didn't I?" he asked. Not that it was really a question. Honestly given his state of sleep and excitement when he'd written that note he was somewhat surprised it made any sense whatsoever never mind prompting Seamus to bring milk too. "You're the second, Bryony arrived with milk and breakfast when I was napping, thankfully that wasn't too awkward since I heard her knocking." He gestured Seamus inside. There was a system, but he knew Seamus would be careful, and with a glance at his timer he knew he still had a little time.

Rather than responding verbally Dean glanced down to check he hadn't splashed anything down himself before stepping forward and hugging Seamus. Not that anything that might have splashed him would have been dangerous, just potentially icky. "They can be lunch, but it'll have to wait," he said. "You need to go sit over there or something," he said waving at the sofa. "I have to start adding things once this timer runs out. And count a lot, so no talking. Sorry." He nudged Seamus away just as the timer trickled down to the last ten seconds or so. He needed to concentrate and Seamus had never been good for his concentration, and these days it was even worse. Counting aloud it was.

He turned back to his bench and picked up the first ingredient he needed and his stirring rod, watching the timer flash slightly as it ran out. He carefully sprinkled in the willow leaves as evenly as possible and allowed them to settle for a count of five before beginning to stir clockwise, his eyes flicking to his recipe once and then to Seamus, all the while counting aloud.