"Oh-" Marcie glanced down at her glass. She knew her beliefs weren't exactly common practice, and a lot of what she did, she made up as she went or tried to crib from internet descriptions of Ancient Greek rituals. But how much to share with Cathal, so she didn't look like some crystal-rubbing hippy weirdo?
"Well," she began, after a sip of wine, "It used to be an affectation, when I was a teen, and it kind of... grew more serious. Especially this last year. I guess you could call it paganism? Although it's not a specific religion, although it is kind of... maybe more spiritual, I don't know. Most people round here are pretty solidly Christian though, so I don't exactly advertise it." She watched Cathal, trying to guage his reation. She felt fairly safe that he wasn't about to kick up a fuss about it, but just in case.