when the cat is away........the mice will drink eggnog.

[surfacage]

Jolly mood, Jack's in. He's got a handful of feather quills, perfect for writing or for atrocious lapel pins, but it's the thought that matters, really. St. Bridget's Day was a fairly old tradition, and even he had to participate. Blue feathers that meant I like you. And such

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He'll find him in the estate library, pouring over the old history books at a table. Kevin is a voracious reader, when there are no other duties to occupy him (which there don't seem to be as many, these days... funny, that.)

[surfacage]

Just in time -- Jack flounces into the library without further ado, crossing to Kevin's table and sticking a feather into his hair.

[snowwhite_chaos]

Kevin turns his face up in surprise, but smiles when he sees who it is.

"Happy St Bridget's."

[surfacage]

"Wh - "

He expected a frown. At least a puzzled look.

"...happy St. Bridget's too?"