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Finbar Quigley (_finbar_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

“He does,” Finbar agreed, not quite able to keep the pride in his nephew from showing in his slight smile. Killian just needed to rid himself of that authoritarianism that kept him thinking of players older than him as better by default.

Finbar drank from his water, doing his best to keep a straight face as the woman talked. Her planning company? He had somewhat sussed out that she had been working during his niece’s wedding, but that it had been her own company she had been there for, that he hadn’t seen.

Her question had him chuckling. It wasn’t often that people didn’t recognise him, and while that was sometimes mildly annoying, in this case… he found it refreshing. The witch was stunning, obviously smart too and she had her own business, which in Finbar’s estimation set her apart from other women he had met. “Killian’s Maura’s brother,” he corrected her gently as he set his water down and made sure that the condensation that had gathered on the glass had made his fingers wet as he extended his hand to her. “Finbar Quigley,” he introduced himself. “My apologies for interrupting your reading, I just didn’t want to miss the chance to actually meet you now that it was here, Miss..?”