"Now, Saint Patrick, that's not very nice," Ciara said, raising an eyebrow like a disappointed teacher. "And here we came all this way to see you."
"You mean you did," Ciaran muttered, twirling his cane. He carried it purely as an affectation, he could full-on sprint if the situation called for it. Ciara glared at him. He just smiled sweetly at her, whistling a little tune.
"Though my brother does have a point," she conceded. "I was very interested to get reacquainted when I sensed you nearby. Of all the places in the world to run into you."