"What can I say, I'm a nice guy. Plus it's bad for you," Dean said with a shrug. Given the racism in the muggle world he'd never understood the obsession with getting a tan.
Dean rolled his eyes. "You keep telling yourself that," he said. It was a worn routine by now, and they didn't exactly argue about it any longer. Just bicker a bit and agree to disagree. Seamus had admitted enjoying joining him at home matches when he'd visited in holidays.
Opening his food, Dean dug in enthusiastically to his salt and vinegar drenched chips, making a noise of amused agreement through a mouthful. "Oh, Merlin. I lost count of how many ways you said no," he said when he'd swallowed. "Although I may have been distracted by being a tiny bit too jealous at the time to pay enough attention!"