Seamus rolled his eyes. "You don't say?" Immediately, he reached out and snatched one of Dean's chips - since he hadn't quite managed to unwrap his own just yet. He made happy food noises and popped open his drink, setting it on the wall beside him while he turned his attention to uncovering his won battered fish and delicious chips.
"About fifty," he answered, though of course he hadn't really kept count. "More, if you count me trying to talk you up to her! 'Oh, my mate Dean's really into football. He's much better than me.' 'Yeah, Dean really liked that movie! Saw it twice at the cinema.'" He shook his head. "I wasn't exactly subtle. You should probably be grateful I don't try to get you dates anymore."