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put my hair up into a ponytail, quickly brushed my teeth, splashed a little water on my face for good measure, and I was ready to go.
    “Five minutes.   You’re good.”
    “No makeup makes it easier.   I wish I had some.   I feel naked without eyeliner and mascara.”
    Becky smiled.   “You don’t need it to be pretty.   But I see some fae wearing it, so I’m sure you could get some if you wanted to.   Just ask.”
    We went out into the hallway where Chase stood waiting for us.  
    “Who do I ask?”
    “I’m not sure if it’s the same for you, but I have to ask Chip for stuff.   I leave him a note on my dresser.   He’s like the guy who gets everything for us that we need.   He’s a brownie.”
    I shook my head, instantly picturing a human-sized piece of chewy chocolate cake walking around on two legs.  
    “What’s a brownie?   Because I’m pretty sure it’s not what I’m picturing right now, which is actually making me very hungry.”
    “A brownie is a fae that does all kinds of stuff but mainly they clean, organize, and find stuff for you.   They can find anything, pretty much.   They’ll clean your room when you’re gone today.   You’re supposed to leave something out for them to take, on that silver tray on your dresser; otherwise, they’ll take something else ... something you don’t want them to take, or they’ll mess with you somehow.   My first day, I didn’t know I should leave them a token of my appreciation, and when I got back at the end of the day, all my right socks were gone.”
    “I didn’t leave anything,” I said, feeling a little bad I was going to piss the brownie off on my first day.   I really didn’t want to do that, especially now that I knew he or she was going to clean up my room for me and be my gofer.   Yay!   A maid!   A gofer!   I’m practically a celebrity!
    “There will be things at breakfast you can leave.   Just be sure to go back to your room and leave it before your training.   They clean while we’re out.”
    Chase listened to our conversation, saying nothing.   The only indication I had that he was actually paying attention was the occasional hint of a smile or frown I’d see on his face.  
    We arrived at the big room, where we had all gathered after completing the test.   There was a buffet table full of food at the far end of the room and the big, round wood table in the middle had several people sitting and eating at it.   Some fae were eating standing up, chatting with other fae.   Finn and Spike were at the table, halfway through whatever was on their plates.   They waved when they saw us, gesturing to the open seats next to them.
    “Let’s get our food first,” said Becky.   “We have to hurry.”
    We went up to the buffet, and all I could think when I got there was that this had to be the weirdest buffet ever.  
    It had some of the normal stuff like sausage, eggs, and fruit; but then there were some mystery meats I was afraid to know too much about – some of which were moving a little.   I also saw some scary vegetable looking things, and then some stuff that was neither meat nor vegetable but was covered in dirt.   Who the hell eats stuff covered in dirt for breakfast?
    “Aye changeling, how goes yer first day as a fae?” said Gilly, standing next to me in her kilt.   I hadn’t noticed her come up, probably because she was so short.   She reached up and took a handful of the dirty lumpy things, putting a few on her plate and popping one in her mouth.  
    Well, that explains a lot of things .
    “I’m good.   How about you?   What’s new?   Those, um, dirt balls look ... yummy.”
    “Dirt balls?   Ah, ye be talkin’ aboot the truffles.   A rare delicacy these are.   I could eat the whole of ‘em, I could, but it wouldna be polite o’ me to do that ye see.   Nowadays, ye doan see too many people worryin’ themselves about manners, but not me.   Manners are what makes this world a good place ta