“Momm-Maeve? Ah’mma need tae ‘member tha’ one~” Maeve was stifling a laugh so as to not sidetrack the apprentice.
“It’s definitely got character,” Ruarc sighed inwardly.
“She’s adorable, inna drunk squirrel sorta way.”
Ruarc cleared his throat as Drysi finished. Reaching into his back pocket, the Irishman withdrew a moleskin notebook and a pen from the pocket on his flannel. Setting the small book down he opened to a marked page and passed it to his apprentice. Across the two pages in front of her were neatly scrawled notes in Flynn’s handwriting that she’d gotten used to reading over the past few months.
Ruarc's Journal
“As if I would go into a job blind,” Ruarc said calmly while adjusting his glasses, giving off the definite impression that he was proud of himself; to which Maeve just gave him a leveled stare while mentally calling the man a nerd. Using the pen to point, Ruarc ran Drysi through the basics of what the case would entail. Once finished he let Drysi continue to look at the notes.
"Any questions so far?"