"I've got plenty of faith in you, not always in your cooking," he said, a touch of teasing doubt in his voice. He wandered over to the pile of assorted ingredients. "Omelette works, only can we have something else too? I'm starting to think a banana this morning probably wasn't enough food," he said, his stomach rumbling obligingly to illustrate his point.
No sooner had Dean opened his mouth to warn against summoning eggs, having made the same mistake himself a few times when sleep deprived, than one splattered onto Seamus's hand. He bit pressed his lips together hard to try and hold in the laugh, but it just came out as a snort instead and he gave in and doubled over with laughter, the bright sound ringing around the kitchen. "Sorry, sorry," he managed through a rapidly drawn breath, leaning against the table for support.