"Yeah, I hope so. And when it's all done I am going to require sleep, and a holiday sounds like bliss," he said, grinning. He didn't doubt he'd need it by the time the show was done with. That and time for Christmas shopping.
Dean grabbed his sketchbook and shrunk it and stuck it in his pocket before setting his wards and leaving. When he arrived in Ireland he took a couple of seconds to breathe in the fresh air before pushing open the back door.
"Hi Mrs.. ah," he said, noting a lack of the expected Mrs. Finnigan and Seamus with his head in a cupboard. "I'm guessing she's out? That mean we're screwed on the food front?" he asked Seamus' back.