“I don’t—what on—would you stop?” Wendell cried, shielding himself with his arm. “Yes, all right, I should have knocked, but is this really necessary?” The faerie kept on shrieking, and then it launched the frying pan at Wendell’s head—he ducked—and slammed its door.
I love the humorous scenes like this riddled throughout the book. They make me actually laugh out loud.
