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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Re: Seamus and Susan-and-or-Dean
Susan watched Seamus wedge himself into his sofa with pity mingled with a tiny and shameful amount of exasperation. Nevertheless, she sat on the coffee table in front of Seamus, assuming without thinking that Dean would probably snuggle in next to him. She reached out and gently touched his knee. "Hey, there's no need to apologise," she said with a small smile. "On a scale of one to having to tell the parents of a friend and colleague that her killers tortured her for about six hours before finally letting her die, this is nothing at all." She winced, hoping he wouldn't take that to mean that she thought he or his freakout weren't important. "Ruining a party is drunkenly telling everyone that they're tossers and turning someone into a goat. You got upset about a thing that upsets you, and you're allowed to do that."

She looked down at the plate of biscuits in her hand, and ate one. "I am sorry you didn't want any of these cookies though. I went all the way to Cumbria to get them. I think my father baked them, on account of the fact that they are neither burnt or hard enough to be used as throwing weapons. No one likes a throwing biscuit Seamus, no one. Except my mother I suppose, as that's how she bakes them. When she bakes."