[ The familiarity of the festivities isn't lost on Caster. Those are bonfires that mark the start of the summer. Where are they- when? But he doesn't get to ponder on it enough because suddenly he is on the receiving end of "hold my beer"
And holds the beer he does- surprised for a whole second, as a grin creeps up on his face ]
Sure, friend. [ Then he jokingly raises the drink up as if in a toast ] I can even drink to your luck...!
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And holds the beer he does- surprised for a whole second, as a grin creeps up on his face ]
Sure, friend. [ Then he jokingly raises the drink up as if in a toast ] I can even drink to your luck...!
[ Now that he has a beer. Your beer, Diarmuid. ]