Donovan was not the only one who got a kick out of Noreen. Ariel covered her mouth with one of her hands to suppress a smile. It was clear that the uncle and his niece were close. She probably had a few tales to tell that he would not want his junior officers to know about. "A pleasure to meet you, Noreen," replied Ariel. "A white zinfandel will do it for me."
"Aye," Noreen answered, "a ladies drink it is."
"Well, then... The house brew sounds interesting. Would one of your two house brews be a lager, by chance?"
"Well," Noreen told him, her eyes twinkling and her brogue deepening, "you are in Ireland after all. It'll be the lager for you, sir?"
(eh?)
"I'd like whatever the captain says is the drink to have," Kim said, even smiling a bit. "With a shot of your finest Irish Whisky as a chaser."
Noreen turned to Colin. "I assume you'll be havin' the summer wheat, Uncle Colin?" she asked.
"Did your father pull it in in time this year?" he asked her.
"Not a day too late, I assure you. Crisp and clean, no bitterness to 'er at all."
"Then bring a pitcher or two, Noreen, and the mugs from all the way back in the freezer. Nothin' worse than a warm mug to spoil a good beer."
Randy
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