Fred wasn't trying to give him the wrong idea, but he was real. She knew he was real. The leprechauns? Well, they looked and sounded and definitely smelled real enough, but they weren't. They were like the Cupids, right?
"We better not ask them for their gold. They're probably going to jinx us. They're probably very unlucky." Her voice still hushed, but it didn't seem to work, seeing as the City seemed to have gotten it right this time - luck and gold caught the pair of drunken fellows attention. The way they looked at poor Fred was not at all good. She didn't move away, though; she really couldn't. There was a very tall American not-Wesley-but-sort-of-Wesley behind her.
"Not that I think y'all are. I've never met a leprechaun before, so I don't know how it all works?" They just stared. She hoped that they weren't thinking of doing some weird magic.