Harry did a double-take when he saw the pixie. His brows shot up. Toot had come a long way from the six-inch dewdrop faerie he'd once been. Now he almost reached Harry's knee, and that was saying something.
But the pixie's familiar, frantic movement brought a bright smile to Harry's face. "Hey, Toot," he said. "Yes, I'm certainly alive. How've you been doing?"