Dean made an unimpressed face. "Sure she's sworn of meddling, but that apparently doesn't stop sly helpful hints," he said, poking his tiny fork around and sticking some flakes of fish and a chip in his mouth. "The clothes thing was kind of appreciated though," he mumbled, mouth not quite empty. His mother would have killed him, but she was nowhere nearby so he was fine. Also very hungry now that food had started going in.
He held out his hand for his drink, which was still in the bag at Seamus' side, looking over to a tree in the field, the leaves starting to turn yellow and orange at the edges. "Pass me my drink, please," he said, nudging Seamus with his foot.