Re: The Christmas Trees
Breeze looks at the dog, and at the cookie, and after a few moments of hesitation hands Mouse a cookie, pulling her hand away quickly, as if she expected she'd be bitten, or possibly, slobbered upon.
She sets into the picnic herself, eating very sparingly, a nibble here, a nibble there. Sylphs have very delicate appetites, being mostly made of Elemental Air.
"You could try Milk or Yogurt," she says. "Sometimes when I've been to Codgery Tom's... with friends, of course, it's the only place where you can be who you... you know what I mean, don't you? Well, the little ones... I mean, Brownies, Pixies, not children... they like milk, and cream, and things like that. Sometimes you see a Pixie with a little cup of milk. And Yogurt, that's fermented milk. That does things to Pixies. I've seen it."
Breeze does not eat the pickle that came with the sandwich. She inhales over it. Apparently, with Sylphs, just getting the scent of food is enough.