The amber liquid spilled out as Jude upended the cup, and the tiny winged creature tumbled out with it.  She rolled over several times, eventually ending up on her bum.  She seemed dazed, but not unhurt, and made a sound like "!" before hiccuping wetly.<br/><br/>The door creaked open, and Robin's steps announced his return.  "Jude, I'd like..." he began, before spying the scene upon the table.  "Oh no," he murmured, but there was no panic or horror in his voice, only amusement.  He made his way to the table, and caressed the creature's tiny face very carefully with a fingertip.<br/><br/>"Pixies," he explained.  "They love ambrosia, even though it's not good for them.  They get drunk very easily off it."<br/><br/>" :-) ", said the pixie, rubbing herself against Robin's finger.  He scooped her up gently in both hands.  Then he lifted her to his face and blew gently on her wings.  She giggled, a very sharp, tinkly sound, and as they watched, she took off, flying around the room before eventually finding an open window and escaping from it.<br/><br/>Still smiling, Robin turned toward Jude.  "Jude, I'd like you to meet someone.  This is Sir Xander of the Ethereal Knights, Guardian and Protector of the Sunlit Lands."<br/><br/>At his cue, something stepped forward from the doorway.  It was a...suit of armor, but dwarf-sized.  That is to say, the tip of the metal helmet was at the same height as the top of Jude's head as she sat at the table.  Within the helmet, there was...nothing, just empty space where a face should have been.<br/><br/>And yet, a heavy metal gauntlet raised up and snapped into a salute, armoured fingers striking the brow of the helmet with a metallic<em>ting</em>sound. Chainmailled heels clicked sharply together.<br/><br/>"At your service, Your Majesty," came a tinny echo from somewhere inside the helmet.