QUOTE : I go to the table. The pixie regards me with her inkdrop-black eyes, like Tatterfell’s. I notice the extra joint in her fingers as she reaches for an eggroll. “Go ahead,” she says. “There’s plenty. I used most of the hot mustard packets, though.”<br /><br />Roiben waits, watching me.<br /><br />“Mortal food,” I say, in what I hope is a neutral way.<br /><br />“We live alongside mortals, do we not?” he asks me.<br /><br />“I think she more than lives beside them,” the pixie objects, looking at me.<br /><br />“Your pardon,” he says, and waits. I realize they really expect me to eat something. I spear a dumpling with a single chopstick and stuff it into my mouth. “It’s good.