"Something like that," came back Mary's muffled reply as she dug through her closet.
Mary pulled out some doll clothes. Mary had quite a collection of doll toys and accessories when she was a child. Sometimes her Mom asked her to watch over her younger sister. So Mary had kept the toys around to entertain her when her younger sister came to visit. But Mary had a different purpose in mind for them today.
Mary grabbed a handful of clothes, stripping some off her dolls. She was about to return to the fairy when she got an even better idea. Mary dragged a large dollhouse out of the closet, along with some accessories including a car and a pool. Mary thought the fairy might get a kick out of using them.
Mary heard a thud and turned to see the fairy sitting on the ground, rubbing her bottom.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a little harder to fly. I guess my wings aren't designed to hold this much weight," said the fairy. The fairy flapped her wings and hovered, but she was not as nimble and steady as the first time Mary saw her fly. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, I thought you could use some clothes," said Mary, pointing to the clothes she had found.
The fairy's eyes lit up and she flew happily over to the pile of clothes.
"Oh, thank you! They are so beautiful."
The fairy began to search through the clothes, holding different outfits up against her body. Eventually she settled on a nice strapless evening dress that allowed her wings to protrude without interference.
"What's that?" asked the fairy.
"Oh, that's my old dollhouse," said Mary.
The fairy walked up the front door, reaching out and touching it gingerly. She ran her hand up and down the door frame, gently as if she was afraid it might disappear.
"I have always dreamed of living in one of these," said the fairy wistfully.
She opened the door and entered the house. Mary walked behind it, looking through the exposed hole in the back of the house. She watched the fairy inspect the house with a little pride, like a parent enjoying a child's joy at opening a present. The fairy walked through the house touching everything. She ran her hands over the sofa, then walked into the small kitchen. She sighed as she opened the fake fridge.
"It's a shame that it's not real. I mean, it is very nice, but I would rather live in a real human house. Can I take my next dose now Mary?"