Dave blinked, squinted at the fairy, blinked again.<br/><br/>"No, not frighten. Surprise, though." He scratched his stubble thoughtfully. "A lot. Did you make them?"<br/><br/>He picked up the cup of cappuccino but hesitated, brows creased. Then he glanced over at the half-eaten croissant, sighed, and took a long pull of the coffee.<br/><br/>"Perfect," he pronounced, slucking foam from the rim of the cup.