"Oh yeah, she will, and then she'll want it thrown again, and again, and again," Emma grinned, "I swear I could develop pitchers elbow or something. I think Ang sees it more as an opportunity to feast and be chocolate crazed for a couple of days, there's no, well, not for us anyway, no religious implications in Easter. Makes life easy I guess."
She thought about it, Ang's food was always worth celebrating, "Parties at a farm? But what and when is Beltaine? It's not a holiday I've ever heard of."