"'ey." Aidan beamed back and held up a bag that contained a few bottles of Ogden's finest whiskey (that seemed to be quite some furniture, after all. It warranted more than one bottle). "I come bearing gifts." He grinned. "But I'm not Greek, so ye can let me in safely."
After shooting off one of his beloved obscure references, Aidan entered Lee's flat and immediately his eyes fell on the piano and his face lit up like a little boy's. "Please tell me this is not just decoration. Do ye play?"