Marcie laughed a little. "Oh, man, and I've only kissed like five hundred men, so..." She shrugged, shifting her position a bit because her leg was falling asleep. "You go girl. You don't need no man." It was a little funny, how Marcie considered herself a modern woman, and yet she still needed men in her life. She didn't particularly want to analyse herself right now, though. She took another bite of her whirl, and washed it down with more bubbles, and nudged Cathal's leg with her own.
"What's Ireland like?" she asked. "Prettier than here?"