Dean tried to move out of the way, but it was a pathetic attempt because he was still laughing slightly and he knew Seamus' hands were clean. "Bugger off, you," he said, swatting at him ineffectually and laughing some more. It was good to just let go like this and feel utterly comfortable.
"Sure, sounds good," he said, as his laughter trailed off. "I can chop things if you like, or we just cheat on the chips and I can go get 'em from the chippy," he said, and then his stomach rumbled. "Or we combine exercise and getting the food," he suggested. The mention of fish and chips was sort of growing on him as an idea. "Whatever really, my stomach is easily pleased."