Elidee giggled. As if that was even a quetion. The little folk were always hungry--they had metablolisms like hummingbirds. Besides, who would turn down pizza with the Za Lord himself? She flung herself onto his shoulder and hung on tight, fairly bouncing on her seat--though she was so light Harry probably wouldn't even feel it.
She didn't care how many favors she would owe him for this. It was worth it.