"Hey, JP!"

"Yes? What can I do for you, Bobby?"

"Yeah, um, I'm glad you're not busy - ooh, sorry, were you reading that book? I didn't mean to disturb anything important. I'll go. I mean, I thought, I'd come talk to you, and there was no-one else in here, and that seemed pretty lucky, but if there was no-one in here with you because you didn't want anyone else with you, I can go."

"Bobby, how much green beer have you had?"

"Enough. But I'm not drunk! I'm just ... the right amount of not-sober. But definitely not drunk drunk. It's important that you know this. Or it may be, in a minute. Then again, I may not have had enough, and I might not be not-sober enough, in which case, it won't matter. ... And this babbling isn't really helping with convincing you that I'm not drunk, is it?

"Not really, no. But then, babbling and you are not exactly strangers, so-"

"So, why did you ask me how much I'd had to drink?"

"Bobby, your tongue is extremely green"

"Really? How green are we talking? Grass? Rogue's outfit? Lorna's hair?"

"Of the three? Rogue's outfit. But without the white trim, naturally."

"Hardy har har. It's Jubilee's fault - she put the whole bottle of food colouring into the pitcher. I told her we only needed a little, but she didn't believe me, and yeah, so."

"So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Er, I was going to ask you something, but I think I've changed my mind."

" ... Very well"

"Yeah, um, I'm just going to go now. I think I left my leprechaun hat somewhere, and I --"

"It's on the floor, over there. It fell off when you were closing the door."

"Er, right, okay, cool. Um, what are - or were, I guess - you reading?"

"Is that what you really came in here to ask me?"

"No. ... I just, well, it's is St Paddy's Day, and didn't seem like such a silly idea at the time, and I thought there was a pretty good chance you'd say 'yes', or at least 'maybe', especially after how I think things are going and have been going recently, and two glasses seemed like enough Dutch courage -- "

"Dutch? Surely the question you had in mind is about being Irish?"

"What? Yes, but ...Oh, you know! You know what I was going to say! Oh, god."

"You can still ask me."

"Does that mean what I think it means?"

"It is possible. We won't know until you say it, though"

" ... doyouhaveanyirishinyou?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You're enjoying this!"

'Indeed. Now, what did you say?"

" ... There's no need to look so smug. I said, as you know full well, 'do you have any Irish in you?'"

"No."

"No, you don't have any Irish in you, or no, that isn't what you thought I was going to say?"

"Bobby!"

"Yes?"

"Come over here."

"Why?"

"Just, come over here. Right, shall we begin again?"

"This is going down as the most contrived and embarrassing first kiss ever, just so you know."

"Bobby--"

"So, JP, do you have any Irish in you?"

"No."

"Would you like some?"

"Let me think about it."

"JP! You are so- mmmphff"

"You were saying?"

"What? Um, I don't know."

"'Most contrived and embarrassing first kiss ever'?"

"Kind of, but it was still very, ah, nice?"

"Nice?"

"It was amazing, and you know it, you smug man!"

"Really? Because I was going to suggest that if it was merely 'nice', we could work on it, but--"

"That is an excellent idea!"

"mmurfle"

Fin