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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus gasped, clutching a hand to his chest. "Lies," he declared. "Lies and treachery! I look beautiful first thing in the morning. A picture of health and wisdom. You, on the other hand, with the hair - and the mouth?" Seamus shook his head. "This is why you need to get up so much earlier than me, to make yourself presentable to the world."

Seamus leaned into Dean when he sat down, his wordless way of showing there were no hard feelings over the traded insults. He retrieved his wand from his pocket and neatly severed each sandwich before handing half of each to Dean. "Ham first," he decided. "That way, if it's horrible, we still have sausages to look forward to."

He glanced at the potion simmering quietly where Dean had left it. "Inspired?" he prompted. "Am I going to need to arrange another rota to make sure you stay fed?" He was happy to do it, because an inspired Dean was a happy Dean - if, sometimes, a hungry one.