Men Are Frogs (Fairy Godmothers, Inc. #2) - Saranna DeWylde
Petunia “Petty” Blossom was currently fluttering around the boardroom of Fairy Godmothers, Inc., making quite the sparkly mess. Glittery fairy dust followed in her wake as she zipped from one project to the next like an overcaffeinated bumblebee with too many luscious blooms to choose from.
Of course, it was Gwen’s fault for bringing them so many of her decadent espresso brownies.
Oh, bless that child. Petty made herself a mental note to shake some fairy dust into her coffee. She needed to get things moving so Gwen and Roderick would be a done deal before Roderick’s previous MIA fairy godmother could thwart her lovely plans.
“Petunia!” Bluebonnet’s voice startled her, and Petty dropped out of the air and landed firmly on her rounded bottom.
She rubbed her rump. “I don’t know why they call it extra padding. I don’t feel padded at all.”
“Never mind that, sister. I see that look in your eye. What are you up to?”
Petunia widened her eyes and blinked slowly. “Whatever do you mean?”
Bluebonnet squinted at her. “I’ve known you for too long. You’re wearing your meddling face.”
“Of course I am. That’s what we do.” Except Petunia and her sisters had all agreed they’d be leaving Roderick and Gwen alone to find their way when they were ready. Petty just didn’t think she could risk Roderick’s FG messing up their plans. His FG hadn’t seen the whole thread. Actually, she hadn’t seen much of anything since she’d fallen off her broom, and with magic stores low, it had taken her several years to heal.
Jonquil popped her head in the door. “Did I hear the sounds of meddling in the morning? I brought coffee from Bernadette’s!”
“Oh!” Bluebonnet clapped. “Bernadette’s cappuccino always pairs well with meddling.”
Petty spread her wings and used them to lift herself off the floor. She also zapped herself in the bottom with her wand because she wasn’t about to deal with a bruise.
“We have a fresh batch of espresso brownies from Grammy’s Goodies. Gwen made them,” Petunia said. “Also, I need you each to eat at least one or extra hijinks may ensue. You know what it’s like when I’m on the caffeine.”
Bluebonnet and Jonquil were quick to come to her aid and each grabbed several brownies from the pretty red box.
“Is that why you’re such a firecracker this morning?” Bluebonnet asked.
“Mmm.” Petty nodded after taking a sip of the coffee.
“Oh, wait. Then perhaps you shouldn’t be drinking the magic-bean juice?” Jonquil dared to ask.
Petty growled at her and clutched the coffee close to her chest.
Jonquil held up her hands in surrender. “Calm yourself. I swear, you’re acting like Grammy on a full moon.”
“Sorry.” Petty slouched. “It’s just we have so much to accomplish.” She glanced skyward, then over both shoulders. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s a blessing to be so busy. Ever After is flourishing, as are our charges, and our wedding planning business. But it is a lot of balls to keep in the air.”
Bluebonnet snorted her coffee and spewed it out of her nose like a geyser. “Balls!”
The three of them cackled, and with a wave of Bluebonnet’s wand, she cleaned up the mess as if it had never happened.
“You’re worse than me, I swear.” Petunia took the opportunity to swipe the last brownie, which her sisters had so lovingly left for her.
“Can this be right?” Bluebonnet nodded to the seven different columns on the far wall, where each column had been allocated for a different wedding. Then she turned her head to the opposite wall, which had been plastered with their ideas for the spring carnival.
“We have a lot of work ahead of us,” Jonquil said. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled that after Ransom and Lucky’s debacle we’ve gotten so many bookings. The magic wells in town are full, and we’re able to begin exporting. I just don’t know how we can keep up this pace.”
Bluebonnet squealed so loudly that Petty’s spectacles cracked.
Petty sniffed and wiggled her nose, trying to get the glasses to move without touching them with her fingers.
“Sorry,” Bluebonnet apologized. “I’m so excited. Zuri will be here tomorrow.”
Jonquil zapped Petty’s spectacles, mending them instantly before she said, “I’m afraid she’s going to be a project as well. More so than any help to us.”
“She’s a modern woman.” Petty gave up and adjusted her glasses with her fingers. “She can do both.”
“Hmm. But should she have to?” Bluebonnet asked.
The three of them turned to look at the growing wall of projects laid out before them. The sisters then looked at one