indeed been roaming the isles and has brought his Irish brother a batch of leeks for a gift.

'Eeeh..t'anks!' He grins, finding Emrys' choice of gift to be very funny and traditionally Welsh. He gives him a one-armed hug.

him a full hug, not accustomed to delivering a one armed one. "Declan, don't laugh. Leeks are very special." He can see the amusement behind

his eyes already. "It's like when you give shamrocks as a flower bouquet substitute."

in and gives him a proper hug too. He and Wales were probably the more touchy-feely British nations but for completely different reasons._

'I'm sorry, you know I love leeks in soup. I always think of you too.' He pulls back and half pouts. 'What's wrong with a shamrock bouquet?'

physical touch with his family. Otherwise, how will they know he cares for them? He knows, though, that Declan enjoys feeling up others and

it makes him seem funny. 'Nothing is *wrong* with it-it's a more personal gift since it means something great to you and you want to share.'

nods. That was true. 'Alright.' He grins, 'What is the Scottish and English equivalent? Haggis and double deckers?'

. 'Perhaps something tartan-related for Gregory, and a tea cosy from Arthur?'

laughs heartily, and picks Emrys up and swings him onto his back to take him for a walk. 'I'll be sure to let them know I dont need a_

gift on my birthday, then.'

clings on to him tightly and laughs with him. 'I take it you won't want a leek either?'

reaches round and pats his brother's rear. 'Na, leeks are useful. I'll use it in a soup.' He decides to take him to a swing park where he_

remembers spending much of their childhood.