Bella's eyebrows shot up. "I have no idea what that means, either," she admitted sheepishly.

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Kieran grinned. "That one's easy," he said, "Means I think Ireland should be its own country."

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Bella wasn't sure what problems Ireland had with the rest of the country (those were the sort of things her education had skipped over), but she was sure there were valid reasons, especially if there were whole groups dedicated to it. Admittedly, she had her own issues with her country at the moment, though those were more concerning social conventions than politics.

"I'm sure if they're stubborn enough, they'll get there one day," she commented casually, the result of such a split having no impact on her—or so she thought. "You can wear anyone down with stubbornness, I've found. I'm sure it even applies to the government."

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Kieran snorted audibly. She was yet another idealist who'd stumbled into their cafe and was going to fling herself fruitlessly against the barriers of reality until she became a cynic or found something else to do. Kieran rather thought it was the latter; she did not have enough political knowledge or desperation to become a proper activist.

"Sure," he said, without any real inflection.

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Bella glanced around, committing this establishment to memory in case she saw reason to return someday. There didn't seem to be anything for her—not now, at least—but she'd had an interesting experience here to say the least.

"I should probably get going," she said, suddenly rising to her feet. "It was - uh - good to meet you...sir. I wish you and your communist Irish republic well."

(Whatever that meant—she still wasn't exactly sure.)

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