"Remind me never to want a pet bunny or something, yeah?" Dean laughed, but finished tying his shoes and then slung an arm around Seamus shoulder, steering him toward the door. "So, the football grill was around forty quid, if you pony up for that I'll buy some steaks and veg to go with them and all. I can't promise I'm the best grill master around, though. But I beg with your fox side you'd like them a little rare and bloody anyway, yeah?"