“Nothing grates us more than our language being called Gaelic, except hearing Yanks boast what percentage of Irish blood they have, according to some website.” Amused, Lark fiddled with the hem of her jumper. She could barely seem to hold still. “You’re kind of a grump, aren’t you?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I had a waiting body to return to. “I thought y’all were super hospitable to foreigners. ‘Land of a Thousand Welcomes,’ right?”
SO. Annoying.
