"I don't think I'd eat a pet bunny. My fox-self likes to "hunt game" or something. I haven't wanted to take a bite out of Mac, so I think that household pets are safe," Seamus laughed, waiting for Dean to exit the flat as well, then sealing it off with the normal locking charms.
"Yeah I can get the grill," he told Dean, almost saying that he would get everything else too, but he didn't want Dean to think he was going overboard with the help, especially after their conversation about his possible shop. Seamus knew what it meant to get back on one's feet, and he wanted to help Dean as much as he could without Dean getting insulted.
"Actually, I only do rare and bloody as a fox. I think when I'm myself, my stomach churns at the thought of more rare meat, so I usually cook it till I can't see the blood anymore. Pinkish, yes, but no blood." Which did sound weird, but he just went with what his stomach liked.