“No, no, I insist. You got chill bumps there, lass. I’m fine. Irish, so you know my blood’s part whiskey. Keeps me warm and toasty.”
“’spose ya’ got that part right. If yours is running full’a whisky, then i guess mine’s full of beer. But really Ferg, thanks for th’ jacket. Guess I owe ya’ a whisky for the kind gesture then, yeah?”
