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Saint Patrick's Day had always been a holiday that had a lot of fanfare back in Scranton. Considering there was little to do than go to bars and a good amount of people there were Irish, that wasn't necessarily surprising in the least. Jim hadn't really thought much of the holiday himself since he came to the island, mostly because there'd been not so many places to celebrate it to begin with until recently.
Today, though, apparently the clothes box had different plans. He hadn't even realized the date until he took a look in the clothes box and found it was filled with green-colored clothing from top to bottom. The minute Samantha saw the shamrock-decorated clothing he knew she was going to have a field day with it.
As it turned out, he was right.
He let her take whatever she wanted, which was why she currently had an Irish-related shirt on (with a phrase that was actually pretty true about the amount of Irish heritage in her) and shamrock sunglasses. Jim had gotten off easy. She only made him wear a somewhat ridiculous leprechaun hat, and he knew he could've been much worse. He'd never really cared about looking ridiculous before, and he wasn't about to start now.
They were sitting outside their hut a little while afterwards, Sam's bubble blowing set between them. She'd picked one of the smaller wands, and Jim sat back and watched her delight in the bubbles she was making.
"Daddy, watch!" she said, making sure he was watching before she attempted to make an especially big bubble. It took a few tries, but she managed it.
"Wow, that was a great one," he praised, unable to hide his grin. Her next one floated lazily past him, and he lifted his hand so it would eventually fall onto it. Eentually, he picked up one of the wands himself.
He didn't see any reason not to join her.
[OOC: Jim and Pam's hut is along the pathway, very close to the Compound. Timed to the afternoon!]
Today, though, apparently the clothes box had different plans. He hadn't even realized the date until he took a look in the clothes box and found it was filled with green-colored clothing from top to bottom. The minute Samantha saw the shamrock-decorated clothing he knew she was going to have a field day with it.
As it turned out, he was right.
He let her take whatever she wanted, which was why she currently had an Irish-related shirt on (with a phrase that was actually pretty true about the amount of Irish heritage in her) and shamrock sunglasses. Jim had gotten off easy. She only made him wear a somewhat ridiculous leprechaun hat, and he knew he could've been much worse. He'd never really cared about looking ridiculous before, and he wasn't about to start now.
They were sitting outside their hut a little while afterwards, Sam's bubble blowing set between them. She'd picked one of the smaller wands, and Jim sat back and watched her delight in the bubbles she was making.
"Daddy, watch!" she said, making sure he was watching before she attempted to make an especially big bubble. It took a few tries, but she managed it.
"Wow, that was a great one," he praised, unable to hide his grin. Her next one floated lazily past him, and he lifted his hand so it would eventually fall onto it. Eentually, he picked up one of the wands himself.
He didn't see any reason not to join her.
[OOC: Jim and Pam's hut is along the pathway, very close to the Compound. Timed to the afternoon!]