The girl was very pretty and intelligent to boot, and fair, ah he was always one for the fair haired, and she seemed friendly, and was talking to him genuinely. Liam decided he liked the lass.
"Strong willed protector" he repeated "fancy that, not that I'd say I'm much of a protector though I am strong willed I suppose. Unless, under the influence of the drink" he added with a laugh "Tell me Tara n'halainn, Have you tried poitin?"
He'd only give her a little, ladylike and dainty as she was. Wherever it was. It had been in his coat, he'd been sure... He would make more, all he needed was potatoes and time and with the end of the famine the blight was gone. Perhaps they even had potatoes in the new world now.
"Tell me?. Do you know where I can get a pot, some potatoes some sugar and some yeast?. Oh and good fresh water obviously, then I just need a few days"