Of course she would have such a plebian taste. Turning to the waiter, Devlin ordered her request as well as a Cappuccino with cinnamon on the top for himself. He turned to Katie after ordering and smiled his politics smile again. "How are you, Katie?" He inquired politely, putting a slight emphasis on the name he was sure he got right this time. He didn't need her jumping down his throat about it, again. "Catch the Pride of Portree match? I hear they're the favourite for the Cup."