Rachel stared in wonder. Either this is some really weird happening strait out of some old tale her grandfather would tell or she's dreaming. She can't figure out which. The redhead holds stock still while the fey starts waking up. She stays like that when he sits up. A blink is her first response to the fae's question about who she is. "I'm Rachel," she answers in a dumbfounded voice. "You're part of the sidhe."<span style="font-style: italic">State the obvious Rachel.</span>She blinks again when he asks if she has something sweet to drink. "Umm, I've got some soda, or I can always put some sugar in water for you." What would she put in for him? He's smaller than one of the drinking glasses. Maybe grandpa had a tea cup around here somewhere?