They say a woman's work is never done and that's just how Brighid feels about now. She's been seeing to things behind-the-scenes since leaving the Four Corners last night with her new friend Cacao. Is there enough food to sustain the gods and their followers? Is it the best the Bruidean has to offer? Is there enough spit and polish on everything so that the place literally glows? Is there ample peat for the fire? Clean bedding? Warm blankets? Seannachies and bards to keep the gods amused? Good thing she didn't have to worry about the bar with Katlyne here to take things in hand. And Gobby's been doing his part to keep the party going. She peeks out the kitchen door to see how the evening is progressing. Wallace and his friends are drinking up the supplies. Mars is surrounded by Horsechicks and enjoying every minute of it. Even Venus seems subdued, what with all the male attention she's getting parading about topless with a big sword. She seems to practice the old adage, "When in Rome..." Either that or she just has good fashion sense. She notices the wee Fair One sitting on the bar all alone. She's about to see to her needs, but Katlyne's with her in the blink of a cat's eye. She decides to talk to her anyway and perhaps make her feel even more welcome. "And what is it ye're havin' this evenin' lassie? A bowl of milk and a plate of fresh baked soda bread with preserves. Grand! Would ye also fancy a slice of delicious bram brack?" The wee creature looks up at her with the largest, most enchanting silver eyes she's ever seen, heaves a big sigh and nods her head in approval as though Brighid is the first intelligent adult she has met all day. She fetches the Fair One's fruit bread as quickly as she can, for it would not do to upset one of the Sidhe folk. It could bring the Bruidean back luck - surely the last thing needed with so many guests to please. The goddess shudders at the endless list of possible things that could go wrong and immediately puts it out of mind. Once she's seen to the wee one's needs, she heads back to the kitchen. Time to break out the Bushmills single malt and introduce the Romans to Ireland's finest. *** Brighid avatar by Shibori Murasaka