Fabian grinned broadly as the disjointed laughter in the room started his eyes moving to the girl across from him when she spoke, his wand already back into his robes. "A fit? 'Bout what?"

The look of complete and utter innocence on his features was a well practiced one. A very well practiced one. With as many pranks as he pulled, it was a look he'd had to get good at.

He blinked then, in complete surprise, as he saw the disrobed cupid fleeing the scene. "Whatever happened to him?" Only his eyes twinkled with laughter as he snagged another cookie from Marni. Then he gasped. "Marni! Did you do that?"

"You did, Mr. Prewett. And you're dismissed from my teahouse this instant. You and your date." The foreboding form of Madam Puddifoot glared down at him.

"Aw, but.."

"No. You're not about to charm your way out this time, Mr. Prewett. Now leave."

Looking over at Marni, he wrinkled his nose. "Sorry." Standing, he reached for her hand.