Dean just grinned and looped his own arm around Seamus. "Not planning on it; although it's not like you'd actually be making these jeans much dirtier even if you still had egg still on your hands," he said, flicking a foot up to examine his slightly painty jeans.
"Hey, Londoner here!" he protested. "Although you're not wrong, your local is way better than ours was growing up." Then again Dean's family hadn't tended towards fish and chips as a take away preference, but the point definitely stood.
"Yeah, I don't see why not, and we could probably heat 'em up a bit if they don't." He somehow doubted that he'd resist the urge to unwrap one end and eat chips as he walked, but it was worth a try.