"But... I like the pixies..." Jude grinned and dropped her nightgown back downhaving finised clearing up the mess. She frowned looking down and realizing she was covered in ambrosia and whatever that red liquid in the cup she had broken had been, probably wine. "I could go back home and change...?" She was then distracted by Sir Xander leaving and she frowned. "Oh, it would have been nice to have him along... But we'll manage." She lit up, smiling at Robin.<br/><br/>Jude made her way around the table and promptly hugged him around the middle.  "Robin? Who are the Nac Mac Feegles? And why is Sir Xander so wary of them? Are they bad? And if so, why would we ask for their help?" She breathed, yes, she remembered him even better now. That old familiar naturey scent washed through her and she buried her face against his front, nuzzling rather affectionately. "I missed you."