Her laughter faded, replaced by a disgruntled frown. Stupid, stubborn Leprechaun. How dare he claim he make such a ridiculous claim? He was a walking affront to the sensibilities! He should apologize simply for breathing!
“Nothing to apologize for?” Jeannie demanded. “You are swearing and called me an infernal woman!” A little sniff followed before she added in a quieter voice, “And you insulted my outfit.”
Oh this was ridiculous! Leprechauns were impossible! She ought to have known better. Djinn were far more clever than most other magical beings and far superior to creatures that usually could not be bothered to be more than four inches tall. Why this one was a mutant, she did not know. She did not care. She no longer even cared that he had been insulting, and she was through attempting to teach him a lesson that he would not learn. The squirrels would suffer for it.
Again, she crossed one arm over the other and gave a nod and a blink. The squirrels disappeared, though she left the nuts where they were. She hoped they chafed. Waving a negligent hand, Jeannie dismissed him, “Go sing somewhere else, and learn to leave people in peace.”