[text to: 4 leaf clover]:
I wish, but then again if there’s bad weather I just fly in one of my suits. Having trouble getting around?
[text] Well I’m walking on them alone right now in search of a place that sells Bulmers, which is why I’m texting you. Oh yeah, if I don’t respond within thirty minutes call the police, or an ambulance…or both…
[Text]: Irish Cider, that’s so lightweight! So you’re texting me to find out where they sell irish drinks?
[Text]: …I’m unsure as to if I should join you to make sure you don’t get into trouble.
[text] Paparazzi actually. Poor guys don’t even get a day off. Is there a back door? [text] If you make the joke I will...
[Text]: Is that you outside my window? I cant see you amongst the mass of fangirls.