The Phouka sifted through his bag, looking at vests and shirts and jackets, then settling on a simple pair of trousers. It would allow him the most amount of movement and protect his bum. He shimmied into them and fastened them before looking at Winter.

"You look a proper pixie!" he said, rushing to him to pull at the tunic and admire the little one's wings. "Now we can go. Come! Come!" he said, taking hold of Winter's hand to practically drag him out of the mushroom home.