"Two hundred years longer?" Patrick asked, grinned.
"Don't you have a parade to organise?" Padraig quipped back, and Patrick pretended to look offended.
"How dare you, I don't organise it, I just show up!"
Clio sat beside Will and she leaned against him. "I did catch you trying to have it on with a tree once, Patrick," she added, amused. "Granted it was your feast day, but still."
"Oi! Traitor!" Patrick laughed. "I thought it was a dryad!"