Arthur was absolutely certain that there were pixies in the thing. He would bet his rather expensive looking old Victorian coins on it. Or, he wouldn't but it would have been an impressive bet. It wasn't like there were many other explanations lying about for him to choose from so the pixes sounded like the most logical. Of course, where he was from logic didn't exactly come into the picture too often.
He glared at Ron and puffed his chest out angrily. There had only been one time that he thought an older girl was fairly attractive and she was an evil French woman who had to mind controlled to do anything for England. He hadn't even met Miss Elisabeth let alone found her attractive. How could you find someone you'd never met attractive before? Arthur rounded a corner and wandered into the kitchen. Not somewhere he frequented too often, but it was grand in its own right. He perused the cupboards, trying to think of food that would impress his new acquaintance. "People are always talking about brain food these days. I have no idea what that is supposed to be, but I feel like I should be finding some." He pointed at a few items and allowed the hired help to rustle them together. Sure, they weren't like the robot servants he had back home but humans were good. "We didn't need it, though. I mean this tell-me-vision stuff. I swear to you, that when I watch it my brain dissolves with every minute I look at the screen."