"Hey tinkerbell," Ali leaned on the jamb of a less than chipper Pixie's door, "what's the weather like over there? Is it going to rain the whole time? I need to know if my hair is going to melt..."

She touched her spiked coif with concern. Then, cocking her head to one side and regarding the pink haired girl, she frowned. "What's up? Aren't you blitzed out to be going home for a visit?"