"Ye be making a fool'o me lass!? I'd kick ye hindquarters outa here!" Frankie yelled getting up.
Blair stood in awe, his language was so broken up she could barely follow him "Uh? What does...?"
Tom held his hand to her "Better not ask Missy, let me talk to him" He said turning to Frankie.
"So Frank, how's the hats commin?"
"Tommas! You don't wear hats! What ye be lookin for in me shop?!?"
"I have an interesting girl here, she's looking for that werewolf you saw"
Frankie looked at Blair with his quivering head, she looked at him, her eyes widened, that quivering had her head subconsciously quivering as well.
"Ye be commin here to make a mockery of me ey lass? Why ye head be shakin!?"
Blair twitched "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"
"Tell her your story Frankie, trust me she'll listen"
