A stately young sidhe couple drifts in the door, eyes only for each other. Normally mortals wouldn't see them, but at Samhain, when the veil between the worlds parts, the magical Tuatha de Danann can be seen by all. The young sidhe prince introduces himself politely to theri charming hostess, Laisair, and orders their favourite drink. "Two bowls of milk & honey, please." People may snicker and think he's a wimp, but the effects this drink has on the side is akin to the kick of a good single malt. "Ah, that really hits the spot! Thanks Laisair. I figured I could get milk at a pub called the White Bull. You Cruachans really know how to party." So saying he twirls the stunningly beautiful lass on his arm onto the dance floor.