When Cassidy arrived at the dining hall, he was making no attempt to hide his intentions. He had a basket hanging from one hand, and the only item in it was his mp3 player and speaker dock — an item he'd had from the fairies going on a couple months now. If they were going to have a blanket fort picnic, he wanted to be sure they had plenty of music.

He scanned the room for Airy as he trotted in, otherwise heading toward a spot at the table where he could serve himself to the pieces of roast meat and bread rolls.

"Good thing it's not stew tonight."