"Got it," says Martha, who ends up at the bar, asking for a neat Islay and another Irish coffee (she's gotta stop with these or she'll never sleep tonight). The order's fast, though, and she's back in a moment or two.

Jamie's not hard to find, considering the kilt, though there are one or two more about in the crowd. He's the best-looking, even if she's Not Going To Hit On Him, having seen the way he talked about this Claire.

"Slainte, isn't it?" she says, handing over his glass before raising the tempered glass mug.