Harry grinned at her. She'd given him less issue than Sanya had on the same request. Still, he turned his back and cast a quick circle using nothing but the image in his mind. He held the doughnut offering in one hand on his upright palm and whispered the name the pixie had given him to use.
Half a minute later, a tiny blue light darted out of the sky, descending on him. Harry felt no change in the weight against his hand as the six-inch fae sat on his fingers, staring at the fresh doughnut with greed.
"Harry," she said, her twinkling voice gush with wonder. "Is that my doughnut?"
He laughed, remembering when Toot had asked the same question.