Tinker Bell had enjoyed the wedding a great deal. It was the second one that she had attended, though the first was supposed to be a secret. She had promised Christine. Her very best friend Enigma was getting married to what Tink associated as her form of a Peter. Tink would have married Peter if Peter had been interested in pixies. He wanted Wendy's instead. Which made the pixie sad.
But, instead of dwelling on that fact, Tink followed everyone to the reception and there she floated above everyone. Occasionally she sprinkles dust on people, getting Enigma's father a few time without realizing it. He didn't seem too happy about being dusted. But Tink was sure he would find a happy thought or two in time.
Currently, the pixie fluttered around the cake. She didn't know that anyone was watching her. She settled down on to the table and looked up at the gigantic mountain of sweet and smiled. If only the Lost Boys could see this. They would all want a piece.