Seamus made a face at the idea of beets being used in baked goods. "Why would anyone ruin chocolate with beets?" It's a mystery to him, and an unappealing notion, but it doesn't stop him from making quick work of his first serving of food as conversation started to pick up around him.
He finally paused long enough to take another swig of whiskey to wash everything down. "I'm more than willing to be your guinea pig for anything involving pie," Seamus said to Lavender with mock-seriousness. "I'm sure it'll be fine, though. Can't imagine it not being, what with squash being involved. Like Dean said, we'll be glad to take any extra off your hands."
Seamus's smile was a semblance of its usual self, mischief hovering around its edges as he turned it on Justin at his protests. It barely even wavered when Justin brought up Harry. "Filch was a mean old codger, but he had it half right, yeah? I think he was only mad at Harry, though, for getting away with-" he stopped himself from saying 'bloody murder', instead going with "-so much he shouldn't have."