It sounds like a reasonable enough deal to her. Granted, she can practically hear Willow in the back of her head, telling her not to enter into an arrangement like this without knowing what the catch is, since there's likely to be one. Even if he would be right, though, Elora just doesn't have it in her to exercise his level of caution. Her life was too quiet and too lackluster for too long for her not to embrace it wholeheartedly now. Besides, while she may not know anything about leprechauns other than what she's heard in the last minute, she does know that she can hold her own.

"Well, in that case, I offer you some of these muffins," she says, maybe a touch more formally than is necessary, though just as much jokingly so. From the impression she's gotten, it's not something that needs that ceremony, but it still might. "I promise they're really good."