"I have never heard of a leprechaun," Elora confirms with a shake of her head. "Or Irish, for that matter." It's not surprising. There's so much she could say the same about here; it's more noteworthy when she does know of something. To say that the feeling is a frustrating one would be putting it mildly, and it's one of the reasons why she's wound up with very nearly more muffins than she can carry. At least baking is one thing that seems to be the same no matter what world a person finds themselves in.

At least, rather than being off-putting, what he says is intriguing. She looks at the coin he holds up with bright eyes, knowing full well that it could just be sleight of hand, but just as much so that it could not be. She's seen magic, after all. She's done magic.

"You're not very little, though. And it's hard to imagine you prancing."