Uncle Jack calls one of his associates and invites her over to talk shop over coffee. You hang around the living area until you hear her car pull up behind the shop. Flitting out to the back entrance, you watch as your uncle greets his friend. Ready to give your new necklace a test, you swoop down and hover right in front of her. She doesn't seem to take any notice, talking with your uncle as if there isn't a pixie right in her field of view.
But maybe she's just used to this sort of thing, if she's friends with your uncle. You move in closer, completely blocking one side of her vision. She frowns slightly, moving her head around, but simply shakes her head in mild confusion. Your uncle has been watching her behavior, and as soon as she turns her back, he gives you a smile and a thumbs-up. You're free to go.
And go you do. You never really realized how much you appreciated the outdoors until you were cooped up inside for a week. And if nothing else, being a couple inches tall does make the rest of the world seem that much bigger. Even the back lot behind your uncle's shop seems enormous. But it's rather featureless, so you zoom off in search of a more interesting place to explore.
Luckily for you, there's a little copse a few blocks down one of the back streets that's been set aside as a sort of miniature wilderness preserve. It's not terribly large by human standards, but for a pixie it's practically infinite. You spend the next few hours there, flying around, checking out all the many different viewpoints the trees give you, splashing around in the stream that runs through the woods...
...and eating. Lots of eating. It's lucky for you that this place has a number of different berry bushes, because you find yourself getting hungry surprisingly often. As you sit back on a tree branch, chowing down on a raspberry, you ponder this. You would have expected that someone so small would have to eat less often, not more. On the other hand, you're not getting anywhere near the equivalent of a human meal; you simply don't have the stomach capacity you used to, by orders of magnitude. And if you're anything like similar creatures (hummingbirds, for instance,) your metabolism is actually much faster than it used to be, since it takes so much work to keep yourself aloft. So it's a good thing there's so much food around here, or you'd have to head right back to the shop before you got too weak to fly.
It's interesting to think about how much your thought process has changed in the past week. Until the day you came to stay at Uncle Jack's, something as mundane as hunger was totally unworthy of thought. But now that you're getting used to an entirely different body, everything is new and interesting. You just hope you're not getting too used to it; being a pixie-girl isn't as bad as you thought it would be, but you're still dead set on going back to your old self at the end of your vacation, if not before.