A little too suspiciously well, he'd have thought, if everyone else wasn't doing exactly the same thing. Seems like fairy wings weren't the weirdest thing around for most people. Sure, the ability to fly helped things along.

He scuttles over to pull out a chair for her to sit, still looking at the worm. 'I hear ya,' he remarks, wryly. 'How about - Joe? He seems like a Joe.'