"Aye, that he is, still bein' nay cause to be swearin' Aillil." She sighed, running her hand through her hair. "'Least now 'tis nay need to be lookin' for the counter spell."

She knelt down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Big or small, sweetest thing in the world or utter brat, there's no way for Ireland to think anything but the best about America. No mater what, he's one of her little boys. "I can be seein' if Maitiú was leavin' a change of clothes you could be borrowin'." Her smile turned a bit wry before continuing. "Nay sure what I can be doin' 'bout Texas though."