Cathy was on a decorating hunt. With the promise of more guests to house at the Welcome Center, there were things to be done...and inevitably, things to buy. She was lusting after a hand-crafted (and very pricey) rug past which she had paced about a hundred times, though she was abstaining from the very strong urge to buy on impulse. Instead, she currently distracted herself with jewelery--Claddagh rings in particular--for which she had no real use. Still, she rationalized, her hands had been bare long enough. Would it really hurt to give into this one, simple, Irish girlish temptation?
...Oh look, there was one in silver...
Naturally, when she took a step back a little too suddenly, she assumed that the near-collision was her fault. The jewelry-induced spell broken, she blinked, murmuring a 'sorry!' of her own. And, immediately thereafter, she did a double-take, recognizing Fred and grinning.