Sorry, holidays.
"Bollocks, I prefer them this way. And I have better things to do than lie to a stranger who's not such a stranger." Lis stuck her tongue out at the woman, glad for their playful banter. But she did mean her words. "White wings are so common. I rather like you unique.
As for me, I'm bartending at the casino. S'called the White Hart. Have you been yet?"