Pixie’s not one to see a locked door as meaning she’s unwelcome, much less an obstacle.

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Ace (thinks): OK, I just need to get home, go to bed, and I can call this day over.
Pixie (pops up from nowhere): Hey, Ace!
Ace: GAAAK! - Pixie? What are you doing in my van? No. How did you get into my van?
Pixie: I was hoping you would take me home and get Rocky to talk to me.
Ace: And you got into my van, how?
Pixie: *tchee* Ace, you need to start locking your van better. Can you stop at a drive-thru and buy me some food? I haven't eaten since last night.