David nodded. "Do you want to get some lunch? Oh unless-" He indicated vaguely towards the cathedral, half in case Patrick wanted to stay, and half if he wasn't supposed to break bread until 12. There was singing inside the holy place, the sound of it drifting out of the doors, and David smiled, inhaling deeply. The sound of church choirs always lifted his spirit.
He considered Patrick's words, thinking how small his own holiday was, compared with Patrick's two and a half weeks later. Still, those that celebrated his holiday did it to celebrate him and Wales, and all the others on Patrick's day were more for the glory of it. He'd never considered that before, or that it might affect Patrick, and then he wondered how he'd changed himself over the years.
"Smiling is good for the spirit. There is always that." He looked around at the city, really taking it in properly for the first time. "So where are you and George in this metropolis? Do you live close to each other? Perhaps I should consider trying to find a place."