"Love y' too, Yank." Tir whispered, not bothering to try and sit up as a rather pretty young woman of about 18 or 20 brought in their tea tray.

The lass dropped a sort of curtsy to Peter before setting the tray on the low table in front of the fireplace. "Mr. Michael says 'e 'opes y' enjoy yer tea, gentlemen and Mrs. Mulroney say t' ring up if y've the slightest need. Oh and Madame 'as arrived t' 'ome and asked if y'd mind 'er comin' by t' take tea wie y' and t' see fer 'erself 'ow Mr Murtaugh is feelin'."