After putting her things away the ginger Duchannes girl decided to walk to the window only to see the doors of the houses covered in blood which led her to raise her brow in confusion and curiosity, just then the bedroom door opened to show Mrs. Baird holding a tray with a few drinks "The blood you saw is that of a black cockerel. It's an old custom at this time of year to make such a sacrifice to honor Saint Odhran." she said, Bonnie smiled and walked over to the busy woman and picked the tray from her arms and placed it on the coffee table.

"Odhran. He was sainted in the... The eighth century?" Bonnie questioned remembering what she had read on the plane, " You know your history." Mrs. Baird said smiling, the girl simply sat  down with a deep blush on her cheeks "Hardly. Highland folklore is far from my speciality, but am I right in thinking there's... Isn't there an old saying associated with Saint Odhran?" Bonnie questioned intrigued to see if what she had recently read was correct.

Mrs. Baird spoke in gaelic making the girl smile at the accent and way that the words flowed off the plump woman's lips easily, nodding Bonnie's cypher ability came into play as she instantly translated "The earth went over Odhrain's eyes." Mrs. Baird nodded instantly and enthusiastically as she too sat down, Bonnie leaned forward before the older woman could and poured tea for both of them, "Wasn't he, um... he was buried alive, voluntarily." Bonnie questioned, the greying woman nodded as she brought the tea cup to her lips.

"Charming." Bonnie scoffed half heartedly as she sat back down holding her own cup, she cradled her cup in her hands and pulled her feet beneath her as she looked at the closed door, "Are you a history student then, Miss Duchannes?" Mrs. Baird question making the ginger let out a small bubbly laugh, "I wish, my family is very reserved, they wouldn't let me leave the house up until two years ago." she confessed, no sadness or resent filled her features or tone which shocked the older woman, "It was all in good will and I don't hate them for it, in fact I quite appreciate that they did so, the world is a very big place and there's a whole lot of bad in it." Bonnie added before the older woman could saying anything.

"Well, you've picked a Bonnie time to be here. Just nigh on Samhain." Mrs. Baird told the younger woman, " Isn't Halloween derived from Samhain? The church often took Pagan holidays, renamed them for their own purposes. Samhain became Halloween, Yule became Christmas, so on." Bonnie said, she didn't like to brag a lot but deep down she had always had a knack for history and learning historic things, it had always been a passion of hers. " Well, you're  welcome at the festival, of course. Mind you, ghosts are freed on the feast days. They'll be wandering about, free to do good or ill as they please." the inn keeper told the girl, not missing how her light brown eyes.

Smirking slightly the ginger woman teased "Of course, what would Halloween, Samhain, be without a good ghost story?" Mrs. Baird laughed and responded "Oh, and we have those, for sure."