Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.

Okay, I like him,” I admitted. “But it takes more than a nice body, Jenks. Jeez, I do have a little depth. You’ve got a great body, and you don’t see me trying to get into your Fruit of the Looms.

I could sit and watch nature documentaries with Jenks and the kids the rest of the night if I wanted. And trust me, watching a dozen pixies scream as a crocodile chomped on a zebra was something not to be missed. They invariably cheered for the crocodile, not the zebra.

Ivy turned. 'He bit you on the neck?' she said, deadpan serious but for her eyes. 'Oh, then it's got to be love. She won't let me bite her neck.

I sat for a moment, figuring things out, then decided to stay there. If I was on the floor, I couldn't fall down.

Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble? (Glenn)

You think Ivy's a planner? She has nothing on a motivated elf with too much money.