Dean took his tea, with a quick word of thanks and settled comfortably beside Seamus, not quite plastered to his side, but sitting close and resting against him. "There are many reasons you keep me around, I am an excellent person," he said teasingly. "Plus I have too much blackmail material by now," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
As Seamus made a sudden dive for his wand to turn the oven down he snorted. "And this is why I mostly cook for you. My fuck ups may be spectacular but they're rare. Weird flavour combos less so, I admit." Dean's usual method of deciding to throw extra things at his recipes sometimes worked out amazingly, sometimes was weird, occasionally plain disgusting.