Toot smiled, circling once more to perch on Harry's arm, legs dangling like a child. Fortunately, being fae, he was probably lighter than he would have been if he was a human toddler of similar size. He tilted his head, and peered at the wizard with wide eyes.
"Soda?" He was like a kid in a candy store. "You never pay me in soda!" His brow furrowed then. There had to be a catch. Harry was a good guy, but he rarely just treated the pixies to new novelties without expecting some kind of exchange. Not like leaving out his leftovers to be cleaned up. "Do you have a job for me?"