Jeannie’s temper, while unpredictable and sharp, had a tendency to flare out rather quickly once it was spent. That was not to say that it would not snap yet again within a short space of time, but in that moment, it was impossible for her to remain angry. He was too funny!
With his arms wind-milling wildly, the squirrels swarming over his large form, he looked as though he was doing some odd dance with the creatures. It was like going to the circus! When he began to fling the nuts away and the squirrels darted between regathering the nuts and climbing the leprechaun, she began to giggle. When the one with the little white spot on his chest did a back flip off the top of the leprechaun’s head, she laughed outright. But when he got one in his pants, Jeannie could no longer contain herself.
The arms that had been crossed over her chest dropped lower, laid over her stomach now, hugging her torso. It was all she could do, a small attempt to hold in the laughter that refused to remain contained. Rocking back and forth, Jeannie absolutely howled with laughter. This was the best entertainment she had seen in a very long time. It even topped the time the pasha’s favorite dancer got tangled up in her veils and toppled onto the grand vizier, pulling off his turban to reveal that he kept a hunk of cheese inside for intermittent snacking.
For several minutes there was no controlling the raucus and unladylike guffaws that came out of the djinn. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from laughing so hard. But finally, gasping, she managed to gain some command over herself. It really was not fair to the squirrel inside the leprechaun’s pants. He was going to be struck, the poor thing.
But she was not about to give over quite that easily. Not after being named an infernal woman. “Say you are sorry for being rude and I shall help you.”