Maggie paused in the act of pulling out a tray of oatmeal raisin cookies she'd made that morning, playing over what he'd said until a smile tugged up one corner of her mouth. She let a brogue slip into her voice. "Aye an I've heard of such a mystical place. Just down the lane from Tir na nOg, is She Cah Go. Full of fancies and fae alike."