She twirls around a little on her heels, feeling those diaphronous wings brush along her calves as she all but trips over the faerie thing between her legs.  "Eeek!  Ohh, what are you doing down there..."  Her voice takes on an edge that is half admonishing and half mischief.  "Why, you naughty little fae."  She wags the little mallet in her hand.  "I could find some devil to keep a hand on you, or six hands."  Her eyes run down Yuri's little gown, a sly shadow playing along her oval face.<br/><br/>"How are you going to make up?  Maybe you can cut all the onions," she threatens softly.  "Unless... you have a better idea..."<br/><br/>