Iolaus sat as stiffly and uncomfortably as possible in one of the miniature chairs, trying to eat and drink with some dignity. Unfortunately, there was little to be found here, with glowflies flitting about and wings sticking out of his back and this was all sub-optimal, thank you very much.

He didn't want to be three inches tall, and he certainly didn't want to be stuck eating walnut bread and washing his face with dew or whatever else it was that pixie-sized people did. He felt ridiculous, and it showed in the way he held himself.

At least he still had his flight uniform.