Mo's typical brand of fairy was, perhaps, not exactly the typical brand of fairy. Unless typical fairies enjoyed wearing ratty bathrobes and watching entire seasons of JAG while eating copious amounts of fried fast-food. (Which, hey, anything was possible.)
"You gonna do something funny?" Mo inquired, tipping her head to the side and frowning thoughtfully. "Or am I just showing off my impressive improvisational skills?"
Was she more than well aware of the accidental vowel-misplacement that had been occurring during their last conversation?