"What is your obsession with sand in uncomfortable places?" Seamus asked, remembering that Dean had said something similar at his birthday. "Also, cider and mulled wine should technically count as fruity drinks, so my vote is with the German Christmas market."
They inched to the front of the queue and put in their orders. Seamus watched hungrily as everything was expertly wrapped and put into a bag so they could carry it down to the stone wall with drinks.
He laughed at Dean's protests. "Oh yes, I remember. Tiny little eleven year old in a West Ham scarf three times too long for your neck." He poked his tongue out and grinned. "Come on, food time."