What Do Fairies Eat to Live?

Pastel's eyes snapped open in bed.

"Hueh?"

Drool trickled down the corner of her mouth.

I was definitely just face-to-face with the Fairy, so why am I suddenly in bed?

As she pressed down on the bed with her hands, she felt the bounce of the special bed made for Governor-General Pastel.

Gasp, it's a real bed.

She wiped the drool with her sleeve. With messy hair, she sat up.

Ugh.

"It must have been a dream. I mean, there's no such thing as a fairy in reality."

I must be smart to realize it right away...