Jeannie was not sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that she had found something in common with the leprechaun. On one hand, it would make dealing with him easier. To have something they both disliked, rather than just each other, might make future meetings with him go more smoothly. Though this one was going far better than she ever could have anticipated.
Which brought her to the other hand. Which was that she did not truly want to get along with the oversized oaf. She did not like him. At all. He was loud, he was uncouth, he was rude, he was a drunk, and worst of all, he was a leprechaun. He simply could not be trusted, and if you could not trust someone, then you could not truly like them, could you? Jeannie did not think so. So having something in common might be bad because it might make him think they were friends.
He was certainly acting friendly. And she could not yet figure out why. At first she had thought it was because he was going to trick her. But so far, he had not acted suspicious. Except for being friendly. If he was going to do something to her, would he not be setting her up for that now? Instead, he was leading her away from the unpleasant area. Almost gallantly.
It was very, very odd.
“I think,” she said cautiously, still not sure why she was even trying to hold a conversation with the leprechaun, “that it gets… bored. It does odd things to keep itself entertained. I think that might be why we are here.”