*Wanders towards the doorway of the inn and listens to the banter coming from within*
....
sorry wrong box
hello, just a quick question
hello
*looks innocently toward Maeve, an expression of innocent wonder upon her delicate face. Secretly she seethes, the little witch will get hers one day*
Yer no suggestin' ye want ta get the lass inta trouble now, are ye, Rupert? *winks at him with a grin and gulps down a mouthful of ale*
*chuckles* Ye can ask for more of 'nything ye are. If ye are trouble, ye can still've more of it!
*sits back and relaxes with a new mug of ale to watch any coming drama unfurl*
Can't ask for somethin' ye already are.
*Waggles nose and narrows eyes with a large grin* Askin' fer trouble, are ye?
*Tweaks Rupert's nose, good-naturedly. Yes, good naturedly*
*looks around* Wha'? Am I so distasteful that all the lasses run away when they see me a comin'?
*chuckles and grunts in appreciation of the show* Aye, lass. So it is.
Leprechauns're wee too *She states matter-of-factly* I don't suppose ye'd be surprised at what /they/ know about the devil. Hmph.