Dean returned Seamus's look, but not before he noticed everyone's reluctance. Half-teasing, hoping to get at least a smile, Dean commented, "You all know how much Seamus can eat so feel free to get seconds. I've made quite a bit." It was pretty good, in his own opinion, and he flashed Justin a smile at the compliment. He tucked into his own plate and had a healthy dose of whiskey to wash it down.
"Lav," he asked suddenly, "how's business going? I've been meaning to stop by. I can cook but baking and I aren't very close mates." Maybe if he got them talking they could shift into the stories Seamus mentioned and pick up the atmosphere of the evening. If it continued in this vein, it would be a pretty dismal dinner.