"We're a hearty sort, we are," Brigid nodded, then added tongue-in-cheek, "must be all th'potatoes. Or the whiskey. Or some combination of th'two."

Brigid sipped from her own mug. "Yer a strong one, and ye've got a good support system t'help. Which also means anytime ye need t'talk, just give me a wave and I'll drop whatever I'm doin, even if I'm covered in clay."