"When don't I want you to spend days making jokes about large, hot, juicy German sausages?" Seamus asked as they neared the chippy. They were in muggle greencastle now, but aside from the satellite dishes and electric lights on the houses they passed it wasn't exactly obvious. Seamus liked that about this place, that magic and muggle could co-exist so close to one another.
He nodded enthusiastically to Dean's suggestion that they eat their way through a Christmas market. "Are roasted chestnuts a British thing? Because I want some of those too. And those little star-shaped Christmas biscuits that you can't get in the UK." Plus, he could do some of his Christmas shopping! All in all, this seemed an excellent plan.
And then Seamus choked inelegantly, because important bits and slick and lotion were providing too many options for dirty jokes and he didn't know where to start!