"Very little else, these last couple of weeks," Seamus sighed. It was all-consuming, putting a book out in such a rush as Bax's, and after poring over chapters with a finely tuned eye in search of typos, misspellings, grammatical errors and things of that like, he usually went home, flipped on the wireless - try as he might, Seamus had yet to figure out how to force his television set to run off magic - and ate dinner before pondering a story of his own and falling soundly asleep. "I've been thinking of taking a minibreak the weekend after the signing, Dublin or something. Want to go?"