The Dormouse was dreaming. It was just a normal dream at the moment, of sitting in the middle of a giant mass of wonderful fruits and berries, and he was gorging himself on them. It was delightful, and he was reaching for something particulArkly delicious looking when suddenly there was a poke on his arm. And then another and another.
"Huh-- bananas!" he exclaimed as he shook awake and blinked his eyes a few times before sitting up straight. He looked at Pixie, standing before him, and then looked around.
"How long have you been here for?" he asked, rising to his feet and pushing his messy hair out of his face. He then added a belated, "Hello."