"That's what I said!" she agreed, swallowing the cake. Then she laughed. "Well I mean, you'd have to be blind to disagree with that. They're all so pretty and nice to me." She reached for a lock of hair, twirling it absently. "Sometimes if I brush it out really well, and it's styled just right, it looks like a wreath of fire around my head. The benefits to being a redhead. So if it works out I'll let you know and you can come see."
"Right?" she agreed, swigging from the bottle. "People talk about being 'dragged' along, and at that point, I don't even know why they're there. And this place is so big, there has to be something for them to do." She snorted, tilting her head and considering him. "I promise," she said at last. "I only do that to people who have pissed me off." Then she furrowed her brow, unsure. "Who's Shamrock...Catherine? I hate to break it to you, I don't think God himself could stop Catherine from doing anything she doesn't want to do."