Seamus placed his cider carefully on the side table while deciding how to enact his revenge for this obvious slander of his good name. Eventually he settled for poking Dean's cheek with his free hand. His fingers lingered slightly, brushing the charcoal from earlier away. When he realised what he was doing he didn't snatch his hand away, but he did let it drop relatively quickly.
The timer sounded and Seamus pushed Dean forward so he could get up and tend to the food. A few minutes later, he returned with chicken, sauce and rice for two. "No vegetables," he observed as he belatedly realised it. "Why do I always forget something?"