Parry was ready to tell Rikive all the reason why nobody threatened his wardrobe- and why even the threat of blackmail held no power when it came to his clothes. Then there was the idea that his previous form of a babbling, piddling child became permanent. Then there was de Lacy showing up at dawn to get his pint of blood.

So yeah, priorities.

"It wash the fairy queen!" Parry said, wriggling to get out of the remains of the onesie. "She didn't show at the pawty I threw for her, she probably got the humans to crash it. The symbol is hers. I don't know why she's doing this though!"

His less-chubby-but-still-chubby hands ran through his unruly, curly hair in frustration.

"She's in the central park. That's where the fairy kingdom is."

Carolyn had recovered from Parry's cursing and successfully beat her urge to wash the toddler Parry's mouth out with soap. She had her own two cents to add.

"It's not so easy to get to the fairy court," she said. "Even de Lacy doesn't have a whole lot of control over them. You have to be [i]invited[/i] in to get through the Hedgerows."