Donovan arrived just a moment or two later. He was not wearing his uniform, but rather some tan slacks and a black pullover shirt. Not tee shirt, but a colared shirt that came to a V at the neck, sans buttons.
"Cap'n, Father. Good evening. I checked the weather in Dublin for tonight. It's gonna be a bit chilly, a partly cloudy and mid 50's (Deg. F). Good for the appeite."
"And for nearly anything else that might be ailin' ya," colin agreed, his eyes alit. He was wearing an old leather jacket and a turtle neck beneath, with denim jeans. The father was dressed in a simple cotton button-down shirt, khaki pants and, of course, his Franciscan sandals. "Who else will be joining us?" Colin asked.
"Ms. Ares and Ms. Wells, I believe."
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