WHO: UK!terpe & Padraig WHEN: Evening, Saint Patrick's Day WHERE: Padraig's place WHAT: It's your day and I'm a present! WARNINGS: inappropriate saint thoughts
When she'd woken up in the morning, Euterpe had gone to her piano with her coffee to see what sort of thing she could come up with for Padraig.
She pressed record on the laptop beside her. (She might have made a video instead of just a voice recording, but she hadn't showered yet and was too lazy to neaten herself up.) "This is a present for you, Naomhan," she said as before taking a sip from her coffee. "You said you didn't like this day so much, despite that there's green beer and any beer is good beer. So you might not like it, but green is grand. My bra is green today because that's the the only green thing I have that's clean, and you might not care for the state of my bra but consider it celebration!" (It entertained her to talk about things like breasts and underwear with a member of the Christian church. They were funny folk.) "Alright, I haven't decided on something yet," Euterpe added, putting her mug down on top of the piano. "But let's see what happens."
With her mind on Ireland, this adopted home of hers, and her friend Padraig, Euterpe placed her fingers on the keys and began to play. For a while it was just music that appeared, nothing from anyone else, and then it turned into 'Here's a Health to the Company'.
When she finished she smiled at the recorder even though it couldn't see her. "Hope your day is happy, my young friend. I'll drop by this evening." She turned it off and then emailed the file to Padraig.
When night came, Euterpe got dressed into her outfit for the costume party she was going to. And then pulling on her coat, she left the house and made her way to Padraig's nearby.
Knocking on the door she pulled off her coat and waited for him to answer. When the door opened, Euterpe said, "ta da!" as she stretched her arms out to present her outfit.