A slight shiver went up Grainne's spine at the smile, thinking it a touch too sweet, like someone being forcibly drowned in honey. It put her in mind of some of the more... persuasive men that came to Tara to ask for her hand in marriage when she was young. She schooled her features into a mask of pleasant calm as she often did in front of her children.

"In the Drabwurld? A few here and there. The fae of this world may love their celebrations even more than the ones at home."