"I don't know what it's made of," Patrick shook his head. "It- It started happening about a decade ago. It's not always shamrocks either." When he had first kissed Clio, it had been hearts. "Little rainbows for Pride, little ghosts for Halloween-"
Patrick left the pile alone then, and he tilted his head in confusion. "Faerie magic? Oof. Yeah, that's- What kind of faerie magic?"