“I definitely saw.”

"Was that what I thought it was in my daughter's hands?" I muttered to myself as I pulled dinner out of the oven.

No no. It couldn't have been. I shook my head. Fairies are made up, things of fantasy. I started some gravy for the beef. I could hear laughter and a rather interesting discussion coming from upstairs. Well, bits and pieces of it anyway.

"What are they doing up there?" I wondered.

I continued to finish dinner, and listened in on how to fix a fairy wing.