"Fruity drinks and sand in your arse if you're not careful," he said, amused. "I'll take the drinks, skip the sand thanks." Fancy drinks came in all sorts, he was sure he could find some non-alcoholic versions and lower alcohol drinks complete with little umbrellas.
"No, no sharing chips. My stomach wouldn't thank you right now," he said, as it once more grumbled almost on cue. He rubbed at it absently, mentally reassuring it it would be full soon.
Dean gave Seamus a look which attempted to say he was an idiot. "I was 11 when you met me! Everyone was sweet and innocent then. Except maybe Malfoy. Plus I'm sure my parents would argue it's at least half my fault."