After Skye had finished getting ready, she had Maevis hide in the blanket again. The lass didn't have anything else on hand to put the Fae in, and Maevis didn't really mind. She gently handed Peggy the nearly gift-wrapped Maevis. It made much more sense for a servant to be carrying a blanket than a lady as they walked together.
The trade off didn't bother the old fairy in the slightest. The blanket was quite comfortable, albeit a little stuffy. But picnic blankets were meant to be thick. She counted herself lucky it wasn't itchy like a lot of the basic flannel ones were.
