Domhnall waited expectantly for the older man to answer him. He was utterly oblivious to the fact Gallivan was being grumpy. He smiled brightly as his question was answered and it was returned on him. The mans reluctance to be in a conversation with Domhnall Connolly was sorely missed, it wooshed right on over the redheads head as most things tended to do.
"I don't think so. I made two brooms more than I usually do," he said thoughtfully. "Two more" meaning that he had made two because he generally wasn't trusted to make any at all. He peered at Gallivan in thought for a moment. "Say, weren't you impaled once? Looks like you recovered pretty well." The fact that he shouldn't bring up something from six years ago was lost on him - he still personally remembered the horrific scene quite clearly.
"I don't think so. I made two brooms more than I usually do," he said thoughtfully. "Two more" meaning that he had made two because he generally wasn't trusted to make any at all. He peered at Gallivan in thought for a moment. "Say, weren't you impaled once? Looks like you recovered pretty well." The fact that he shouldn't bring up something from six years ago was lost on him - he still personally remembered the horrific scene quite clearly.
