The Murkrow with the too long name so fuck that is also called "Pickles". Don't ask. It's just one of the mysteries of how Ceilidh's mind works.

Shoe laces also look interesting. Pickles is pondering tugging them.

"Neither do I." Smugness there. The accent is interesting and she starts listening to it intently as she collects accents. It's something she learned how to do from her Uncle Rory. Though she understands her words two stick out to her. One is the name Ash. She knows an Ash and he's not a nice guy. Down right evil actually. Fortunately this Ash looks absolutely nothing like the Ash at home.

The second one is the word "Irish". While they're both speaking the same language they've not got the same name. "Irish?" she asked. "Eire?"