Seamus rolled his eyes at that - not deigning the pun with a response. He nodded to Dean's words. Greencastle was great for fish and chips but pretty much completely lacking in any other kind of cuisine, unless you made it at home. "This is why we learn to apparate," he pointed out, not troubling to keep his voice down as they were still within the magical community for now. "The best of both worlds - no, stop. One pun is your limit." He shoved at Dean playfully with his shoulder.
Unlikely or not, holidays were fun to dream about and talk about and maybe - just maybe - they really could go somewhere, if only for a few days. "Ooh, German Christmas markets," he said, smiling. "Hot cider and mulled wine and gingerbread and sausages." Okay, so his rumbling stomach was currently making a lot of his decisions for him. Though a hot island sounded good too... "If we go island hopping you'll have to promise to rub suntan lotion into all the hard-to-reach places," he said, giving Dean his very best suggestive eyebrows. "Not all of us won the genetic melanin lottery."