It Slices! It Dices!

Realistically speaking, first you have size constraints to consider. Imagine your average pixie being merely the size of your smaller tonker. ("Good dwarf word, that.") While we're dealing with magic, the idea is that the mass has to come from _somewhere._ Probably sugar plums.

What is a sugar plum anyway? It sounds like one of the many nicknames for our snoogywumpkins... I mean... is it a lollypop? It's something sticky you dream about, hence the naughty connotations.

Not that there aren't interesting things to do with a pixie the size of your (or your borrowed) tonker.

You're thinking, maybe, "How can she be so sleep deprived already?"

("She's not. She's naturally that pervy," notes Shadowpryde
"Yes, but she doesn't usually SAY it," adds the LintKing.)

"So, where were we? Tonkers. I just got so distracted."
"That's...so backwards."

You know, "Tonkers" actually makes for a great epithet. I might just have to adopt it in my daily life.

The first mentioned reference actually provides for a method of collecting fairy erm... "honey" ... (dew? sap? jungle-love?) ...with the proper tool. (In this case, a small fungus. Or maybe it was a flower. Anyway, it was a plant. It's only a few steps removed from the traditional cucumber, OK?) Remember, treat your fairies well. Handle with care, do not fold, spindle, mutilate, or x-ray.

Or feed them after midnight.

(Mountain Standard, if you were wondering.)

I'm sure I was going somewhere with this. Now I'm giggling too much.