Sweeney gives a laugh, then finishes the rest of his mimosa. The examples he'd given are small, the day to day things most people don't notice until they begin to add up. For someone like Greta, the only person who still leaves him offerings in this city, it may have simply become something she's used to, something she doesn't even notice, but still things that make every day just a little bit easier all the same.

And then there are the bigger things, too. Greta would know about them just as well as the rest.

"You'd be surprised how quickly a bit of change on the sidewalk can turn into a lottery win," he answers with a shrug and another grin as he goes for a second -- fifth? -- drink. "Or how swiftly a trip on the edge of a stair turns into a broken neck. But nothin' you've got t'worry about, right? Can't imagine you care much for leaving offerings to leprechauns or gods."