Emily walks over to Kathleen.
"Today is the day i'll get to know you. Wanted or not," Emily says.
"Fine," Kathleen says.
Emily looks at Kathleen in shock.
"You are talking to me?" Emily asks.
"Yea'," Kathleen says.
"But i was so mean to you yesterday night. I shouldn't have asked you all that! You want to stay a secret. I should keep it like that," Emily says.
Kathleen looks down.
"I'm sorry. You really just got on my nerves. I'm not use to people like you. Mom is quiet. Just not this quiet. She talks back. I just don't understand you. I can't find anything out about you," Emily says.
"Ya ain't far," Kathleen says.
"Did you just?" Emily asks.
"Yea'," Kathleen says.
"Well. You are having a nice day," Emily says.
"No," Kathleen says.
"Really?" Emily asks.
Kathleen nods.
"Wait a moment!" Emily yells.
Kathleen stops.
"You aren't brittish," Emily says.
"Dublin" Kathleen says.
"Is in Ireland," Emily says.
Kathleen rolls her eyes.
"Say a known thing about your country," Emily says.
"Shamrock," Kathleen says.
"Another," Emily says.
"Fiddle," Kathleen says.
"I should know. Another?" Emily asks.
"March 17th," Kathleen says.
"Oh. I should know. I really should know. Last one?" Emily asks.
"Leprechauns," Kathleen says.
"Irish?" Emily asks.
Kathleen nods.
"But you have British words! Have they mixed?" Emily asks.
Kathleen nods.
"Shame," Emily says.
Kathleen rolls her eyes.
"Well. Now i know you are Irish and you are in Great Britan lots. Do you like potatoes?" Emily asks.
Kathleen sighs deeply.
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