Nat
A twisted little writer
He lifted the hat up to his shoulder so that the little fairy in it could climb over there. "'So, pie is good?" He just wanted to confirm it, otherwise he would have to pull something out of the freezer. "Well, if someone tries to grab you, I'll just break his arm. Sounds like a good deal?" He didn't want to scare them, but just standing in the street would eventually become a bit more dangerous for the two faries, than to just join him home. "If you guys are sleepy I can probaly make ready like a bed of fairy size"