"'Do you think I am the type to kiss and tell?' is a human idiom, darkie," Peter says playing with Dark Light of Sky's hair.

He bats Peter's hand away, grumbling. "Still want an answer."

Another fairy, with orange skin and black stripes like a tiger, jumps from a tree branch and lands in front of him, also naked. "Does that mean you won't have more time for us?" she purrs, pouting and running a finger along Peter's chest.

"Gosh, Tiger, who knows? Who knows what the future holds?"

"Old Crone Miriam, probably," shrugs Tiger In The Shade. "You should stop playing games with us," she whines, bapping him on the nose with a hand as soft as a cat's paw.

"Aw, I mean no offense. I just don't know where the situation is going yet. But you know you guys always will have a special place in my heart, right?"

She purrs happily at that, and flies away. Dark Light of Sky gets bored with this and pulls some other fairy with him.

"So who is it?" Honey Moondew asks.

    "Another human, one who knows of us," Dear Kind Sweetness says. She is very tall for a fairy, at almost five foot six, and has gold skin and eyes, and wings made of shimmering light. She has a kind, motherly expression, betraying many years on this Earth, even though she looks as young as anyone. "A chance encounter, as it was."

"Ooooh," Honey Moondew coos. "So lucky, our Human!"

"Hello, Dear Kind Sweetness. And yes, I am very lucky."

Honey Moondew peers at him. "Perhaps too lucky, is he? Is our Human too lucky?"

Shrug. "I just feel very lucky."

"You haven't been doing anyone favours, have you?" Honey Moondew asks suspiciously.

"Who? Me? Do you think I would stoop so low?"

"Yes," Honey Moondew says, simply. Dear Kind Sweetness laughs a laughter that sounds like a dozen bells chiming at the same time.

"You wound me, Honey."

    "No, I don't," she sighs.

"I trust you had a good day, then?" asks Dear Kind Sweetness.

"Yes, Dear."

"Good," she says, stepping closer to Peter and wrapping her arms around him—more like someone'd hug a dog than a child, but still. "I am happy."

"Thank you, Dear Kind Sweetness."

She lets him go. "Now, we have a party tonight! Wanna come?"

"Of course, Dear."

"Great!" she laughs, and flies up into the canopy again. Honey Moondew's already distracted with something else.

Peter relaxes a bit when Dear Kind Sweetness flies away. He goes home to freshen up a bit before the party.

No fairies interrupt him.

And on the way to the party?

Fairies! So many of them. With various jewelry and glittery things and paint, giggling and joking and flirting and roughhousing each other.

So is Peter. Fairy parties are fun if intense.