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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Susan smiled at Dean's open and honest reaction, enjoying the fact that he was finally genuinely smiling for the first time since they'd arrived in Paris, and trying her absolute best to not be offended by the fact that he hadn't smiled genuinely before this moment. If nothing else, bringing him here and making him happy - if only for a few hours - would make the rest of this no-doubt excruciatingly awkward and depressing weekend bearable. If she could someone manage to make Seamus happy at some point she'd be set. She pursed her lips as she thought about that possibility, privately thinking it was altogether unlikely, as she and Seamus seemed to have fallen into a pattern of pissing one another off like a pair of grumpy bears.

Shaking her head slightly, she snapped her attention back to Dean. "Of course it is, I brought you here," she sniffed, before grinning impishly at him. She felt her grin widen as he enthused about the paintings. She could feel... something, but her magical senses were in no way attuned enough to sense the artistic enchantments that so obviously thrummed before Dean's eyes. "Really, how so?"