"Oh, it worked out all right, sometimes." Cassidy offered the pipe and lighter back, then poured himself a glass. "Never did it all that often, to be honest. A hundred years, a handful of people... rough estimate, I'd say it didn't end in disaster maybe half the time."

Now he was casting about for something soft to sit on. Ideally, some arrangement where they'd be close enough to share the pipe with minimal moving around.

"Anyway. I think it's the accent that makes people think I'm takin' the piss. You know the Irish, always tellin' tales out of school."

It was a stereotype Cassidy tended to, in turns, despise and leverage to his advantage.