"That would be awesome," Davin says as he timidly grabs another cake. He doesn't want to be greedy; they're just so good. "And entirely possible. My gran's the current matriarch of our clan, and she's too smart an' curious for her own good. I take after her."

He grins proudly and takes another long sip of her tea. Being around Brigid makes him feel like he's back in Ireland, and he thrives on it. "I'll set somethin' up."