Seamus sat back so he could watch Dean go cross-eyed, muffling his giggles in his fist and trying not to dislodge the plate from his lap. "How can I shut up when you go and prove my point so beautifully?" He peered at Dean's tongue before he put it away. "No damage, so far as I can tell. If you want a thorough check you'll have to ask someone else." He wriggled his eyebrow suggestively, certain in the knowledge Dean would not be taking him up on this suggestion.
"But I don't always want bananas," he pointed out as if this were a really serious conversation. "Also, I've decided I don't actually like grapes. They're really convenient and I'll eat them but they just don't taste that nice."