It was easy to take Morag's sarcasm in stride, especially when it had been preceded by that smile that Cormac knew meant he'd pleased her. Even now they'd been broken up for more years than they'd been together, Cormac felt he knew Morag better than he knew almost anyone else. He grimaced at the memory - not that he'd been there to actually see Morag break her arm that time, but he'd seen it happen on another occasion. No matter how good magical healing was, it was never fun to watch someone you loved break themselves. "Well, they'd have taken points off for flipping even if you hadn't broken anything," he pointed out, with a smirk. He knew that wasn't the point, but he also knew Morag wouldn't be able to resist telling him how that wasn't the point.
"Maybe you should," Cormac suggested, in a tone very similar to that used to offer Morag other dares. "Didn't you have a girl who did handstands on a horse's back a couple of years ago?" Cormac had certainly seen something to that effect, and he couldn't imagine were else it would've been but Morag's circus. "Are you still in touch? Maybe I should set her up with Tierney." Cormac liked to imagine that Tierney needed his help getting set up on dates, no matter how true (or otherwise) that might actually be. He nodded, recalling the stories. It had happened just before he and Morag had gotten back in touch, so it had been one of the first things he'd heard about her family in a while. "You say accidentally," he teased. "I'm not sure it counts when he knew he was blowing fire in a wooden shed."