"If it's intelligent, I dont' know. Maybe it shouldn't be a pet." Fred looked at him as he grabbed up the tricks of his trade. "You're going to cook it for dinner?" Well, it was salt and a poker. She took a few more steps toward the cabinet and stopped. Whatever was inside had started singing. She looked back at Sam, brows raised. This was something she'd not really ever experienced. Singing bumpings.
She took another step before moving in and opening up the doors quickly. What she saw got a stare and then some. Her lips parted as if she were going to say something, but two slightly disheveled and working their way towards nudity leprechauns were holding onto each other and what looked like a bottle of something. One of the leprechauns leaned out of the cabinet, how did they fit in there?, and sang in her face. The smell of alcohol was enough to cause Fred to take a step back.