"That's - how magic works in my world. You wish or pray for things, and sometimes you get them. I've heard it's different here, though. But I haven't made it any non-magical way either, and I feel like I'd remember doing that, and I have no idea who you are and no way of getting little paper circles to you if I made them, so 'made a weird wish and forgot about it' is at least slightly more plausible."

"It's different here," she confirms. "Or it was, anyway. But a couple degrees ago I got a - a choice if I wanted to keep some magic I have, or not, and I kept it, and I also got this little piece of paper, and the magic I kept lets me hear what objects say, and this paper says you made it, and they're never wrong."

"...Well, were you praying?"

"More wishing than praying, really, my God doesn't go in for this sort of thing, does wishing count?"

"Wishing counts. Okay, so... I guess I brought my world's magic with me? Probably lucky for your world. Magic's nice."

"It seems nice!" she agrees. "Why are you here from another world?"

"Some kind of accident? I was asleep when I got here and half-asleep when I heard the explanation, so I don't remember the details too well. But some people summoned me and one of them's supposed to show up later and cast a translation spell on me - I guess she can skip that part now, thanks - and take me out shopping for general life necessities 'cause all I showed up with were these clothes and that blanket." He indicates the blanket, piled up on the bed. It is poofy.

"Huh. I don't see how someone could have summoned you by accident," muses Leekath.

"Maybe it wasn't an accident," he shrugs. "Seemed like the same general tone of 'didn't expect this to happen, sorry anyway', though."

"Huh." She looks at the piece of paper. "It is very sure that you made this."

"I totally didn't make that," he says. "Unless I have been doing some very weird sleepwalking."

"They're never wrong."

He shrugs. "Okay, so what about it if I did? I mean, I didn't, but you seem pretty well convinced otherwise..."

"I wanted to know why."

"Can't help you there," he says with a shrug. "Other than 'magic's nice', which anybody from my world could've told you. It's weird, but it's a nice weird."

"Oh well," she sighs. She turns to go.

"Sometimes it talks to people," he adds. "I mean, not that often, but it already gave you something with words on it. Might do it again, if you ask."

"Okay. Thanks."

He smiles.

Leekath waves and off she goes.

It occurs to him that he didn't get her name, but - well, whatever. Back to the blanket. The blanket is his friend. Its poofiness is without mystery.

A while later, Korulen knocks.

"Hi!" he says when he opens the door. "You are the summony girl."

"...Did someone already give you a translation spell?" asks Korulen. "Mom told me I'd have to."

"This vampire girl came and tried to talk to me, but I couldn't understand her, so she went away and came back and cast a translation spell and then she told me I'd made her a little paper thing, which I didn't," he says. "And she wanted to know why and I said I didn't know 'cause I didn't do it and then she went away."