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Once he'd jumped away from Foghorn Leghorn (aka Dean) shouting in his ear, Seamus outright pouted. He managed to wriggle his arm free of Susan in order to point at each of his friends in turn. "Traitors," he informed them. "I made that cake! For you!" He pointed at Dean again, then deflated. He knew he'd burned it a little, but he'd thought it would be alright on the inside, at least, away from the burned edges. "It was pineapple and everything. You like pineapple." He was whining again and he knew it, so he stopped.
He wrapped his arm around Susan's waist again, leaning in to her this time. "Don't think this means I forgive you," he informed her. "You are no help at all." The party was starting to wind down, a few people had already left. "Speaking of Ernie," he said, though they hadn't been in some time now. "He's trying to set you up, Susie." He figured fair warning was always good.