The door opened with some difficulty.
First, something thumped against it, making the knob rattle. The knob turned and the door swung open about half an inch. Something thudded wetly to the ground outside. Finally, the door was pushed open about six more inches, to admit a large frog dragging a folded-up flier.
"Er," he said, looking around doubtfully. "Am I in the right place?" He waved the flier vaguely. The largest text on the visible quarter read Y EVER ER. Music and a clatter of dishes filtered in from the hallway.
"Why, of course, dear!" The room seemed to be intended as a dressing room, although the meagre space was further reduced by a load of cleaning supplies in the corner. It didn't help that the makeup table, with its mirror removed, had been dragged sideways to serve as a desk.
The chair on the far side was occupied by a fairy: female, lilac-haired, fairly young, although not as young as she seemed to be trying to look. Certainly, she was wearing the sort of flower dress u