AN: As you can tell, I am fascinated by pants. I wrote this one, except for the end. I came up with the punchline. My friend just made it better. And yes, I'm still at her house...we have no lives...oh well.
Drabble #5: Pants Revisited (109 words)
She walked into the room looking mildly amused. Glancing up over the top of a book he was reading, he greeted her.
"Hello Sarah."
"Look, Jareth," she seemed at a loss for words, or was she, perhaps, fighting back laughter? "I know you're just trying to be nice, having my clothes washed for me and stuff, but Hoggle? Well, I don' think he's the best candidate for the job."
Jareth raised an eyebrow, "What did he do?"
"Well," she raised up her laundery for him to see. "My pants are now, kind of miniature…and they're sort've tight."
Jareth gave the pants a long, appreciative look.
"May I borrow them?"