The trio lapsed into easy conversation for about twenty minutes, until Stephen's doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Lachlan jumped up suddenly rushing to the door so fast he knocked over an end table on his way. Stephen just shook his head fondly.
"If there was ever something knocked over in the house, I always knew it was Lachlan." Norah had dancer's grace, and Iain didn't tend to rush as much as Lachlan did.
Lachlan skidded to a stop in front of the door and he pulled it open, smiling at patrick. He didn't know the saint terribly well, but he liked him anyway. "Hi, Patrick. Sorry to bother you, I just didn't know who else to call," he said, hoping the saint wasn't bothered.
"Oh it's no trouble," Patrick waved his hands around and patted Lachlan on the shoulder. He was led to the living room where he waved at the other two occupants.
"Patrick, this is my Uncle Stephen and my sister Norah. Guys, this is Patrick. Uh...Saint Patrick."
"To be honest, the title does make me feel a little weird," Patrick said with a wink.