Love into love into love. That a wonderful way to live. It'll keep her floating forever, with or without the pixie dust. Even when her feet are on the ground, she's lighter now, less weighed down. That's a power the Kitchen would do well to learn.

Yes, if Bobbi's pixie dust doesn't wear off before the end of the night, they'd be in trouble. Maybe a good wash will help. It's not hard to follow the pupper, swishing tail and happy barks and all.

The dress doesn't get in the way of much. No more than other outfits. The wings, well, he'll have to work around those. There's room for his arms to slip beneath. It's a glorious kiss and leaves her momentarily breathless and permanently happy. "Are pixies and angels very much alike? You're the expert on all things religious."