“Wake up!”called a voice close by.
Granoldi’s warm body beside her groaned and exhaled from his rear - with this Eve turned over and opened one eye to see Puck standing beside the bed appearing quite agitated - very possibly because she was under the blankets with the Bear.
“What do you think you are playing at?” he demanded (with genuine concern for her wellbeing).
“Don’t you realize he could roll over in his sleep at any time and suffocate you? Or worse?”
“Well if you put it that way.” She wanted to make light of the situation and was beginning to feel embarrassed at herself.
“It's all the fairy cakes you’ve been making me,” she said lightly with a smile.
“What fairy cakes?” Puck asked irritably. He was uncomfortable to find that his judgement housing Granoldi had been totally off.
“The ones delivered at morning tea. Just love the violet topped cupcake - it is very kind of you.”
Puck could see Pine Needles in the background running around the apartment setting the table for breakfast as they spoke. He hadn’t thought twice about it until now, but decided to let that conversation pass for now.
Eve hurriedly made a dash for her own bedroom to get a robe and straighten her hair, having only the thinest singlet covering her. Puck waited and helped himself to a butter muffin.
“Any jam?” he asked Needles, who was busy setting a second place for him.
“Raspberry would be best”, he called to the dwarf as he soft footed it out the door to get the spread.
It could be expected that Pine Needles could simply ‘magic’ his materials from some fairy fare, but he did not - instead, he was collecting all of his groceries from the bakery and the local supermarket - the fruiterer, and sometimes even the cafe nearby … He just piled them into his magic weightless sack (the same kind that Santa Claus uses to transport his bulk of deliveries) and made his way back to her apartment.
Eve had all the while thought this to be Puck providing for her.
“We have to talk,” he said, as a small pot of country conserve hit him in the head from behind.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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