Seamus flinched a little when Emma brought up Rosmerta, and little Emma looked up at him, something akin to worry in her eyes. For a little girl, she really did understand so much. Seamus kissed her forehead and then looked up at the sky as he answered the older Emma.
"Only that she was murdered," he told her, not mentioning what Cormac had told him in regards to their suspicions.
When she mentioned that she was in want of a job, however, Seamus gave her his full attention. They were a little short-staffed at the pub. Him, Persephone, and Tom were really the only ones who actually tended bar. And on some busy nights, three just weren't enough.
"It'll be up to the new owner, but we could probably use another set of hands at the pub." He shrugged. "If you're interested at all. It's an option."
He hoped Miles wouldn't mind too much that he'd just given someone good hope that she'd get a job at the pub. Miles did owe him, really. He hadn't pressed assault charges when Miles had punched him in the face, after all.