"It's rather chilly out there in it, I agree. But," she added, running a hand quickly down her thighs to her shoes, "my legs look fantastic!" Then she rolled her eyes at him and laughed. "Not that you care, Naomhan. An outfit wasted on you but sure to be a hit at the party."
She reached behind her and undid the shamrocks, pulling them off and putting them on a chair. Then, pushing her hair out of her face, she ask: "What will you get for me?"