Tadhg can't understand the words either, but the tone is clear enough. He'd offer a charming apology to the pie matron, but a. his mouth is full and b. she's already dealing with another customer, hopefully one less inclined to amateur dramatics. He turns back to Angela just in time to get his cheeks poked, but he refrains from spraying her with pastry crumbs in return.

Self-control. He has some now and again, really.

Instead he swallows his mouthful and lets his sweet smile shade to something a little more roguish. "Thank you, a chara. I do try." Gallantly offering her his unoccupied arm, he waves his pie-holding hand in a circular gesture at the festivities. "They do know how to throw a party here, don't they?"