And there, seated comfortably on a booster seat and several phone books, was a very familiar yellow-headed pixie. Uxie hadn't bothered to dust off his rarely-used human form for this occasion; he doubted his date would have found it any more appealing than his usual self, in all honesty. Even so, this was a date, so he'd gone to the trouble of dressing up for the occasion: a little black bowtie sat around his neck.

Sure, it wasn't much, but it was awfully difficult to find clothes that fit a tiny little potato-bodied thing like Uxie. He might not have bothered at all, really, but one must do their best to impress, of course.

It wasn't every night that Uxie had the chance to dine with royalty.