There's this certain child of ours, goes by the name of Ruairí, so it shouldn't be any surprise to you when I say that he's making a pest of himself--do find something for him to do this afternoon? I've my hands full with primers to correct, mending to do and supper to make.
Ah, so someone's being five, is he? Very well, lass, I'll keep him occupied. Hopefully without him making the personal acquaintance of the nearest mud puddle ... again.
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OOC: Um ... hi! *waves and tries not to pass out from shock that someone else has read the book* ;)
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Unless, of course, you'd know my husband. Clever man, that one.
Read it, worn it out and then some!
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I hear you. Since I took on Ruairí, I've been worried about my own copy falling to pieces. Always a pleasure to meet another MacAvoy fan!
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Likewise. I keep seeing Irish muses popping up in here so I thought I'd play.
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And just what would this favor be, if I may ask?
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