It's Saint Patrick's Day. Have an Ireland, dear_mun.

[pledged_to_me]

...Aye lass, 'tis the day. Don't you be actin' like 'tis supposed to be happy I am, 'tis just markin' the one thousand and nineteenth year since he was passin'.

You're one of America's lot, aye lass? Aye you've the ancestry, and I must be thankin' your grandmother's side for fightin' for me in Ninety Eight, but 'tisn't your lot's way of rememberin' him drinkin' horrid green drink, dyin' rivers green, and pretendin' that everyone's Irish when really they're just as Irish as I am French? Not paradin' me pain 'bout for all to be seein', with music and stories and the postin'? Lass, you try me, aye you do.

[She takes a long drink from her flask] Rememberin' how last year I was tellin' you how you were to be havin' a proper drink then? And you werenae goin' through with it? Well this year I'm nay backin' down on it. If there's drink in the house, specially if 'tis Guinness, you're at least takin' a sip. You're havin' one of the biggest drinkers of the Nations on hand you're nay drinkin'? 'Tis somethin' odd 'bout that, lass.

And... please, be leavin' me to me own drink, me own sorrows needin' drownin'. I miss him lass, deep in me heart I'm missin' him, me light. Let me be rememberin' him in me own way, aye?

May your pockets be bein' heavy and your heart bein' always light.

--Brigid Erin Aine O'Donnell, Republic of Ireland

PS: ...'Tis that "meta" you're gigglin' 'bout over there? 'Tis worryin' me.

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[pledged_to_me]

[Most things are more pleasant than England, really. Brigid only blinks for a moment, but well, she's seen odder than a male version of herself so she's able to roll with it and smiles brightly]

I'm thankin' you for that, lad, and so is me lass. Even if she is grumblin' 'bout the cost and if she's nay likin' it.