"Yeah. Mommies probably find them if someplace where a Jane, but if someplace else maybe not!"

"Yeah. Hmm. And there's no good way to get a door to - Milliways, is that what the place is called? - on purpose from the outside, it sounds like."

"No. Can try open lots of doors but no Jarvis no Shell Bell can't sure about finding."

"Not much," she sighs. [There's this] "and being safe and that all things. Not old enough for have wishes. Blarg."

"Is brainphone."

"I... see. How does it work? Can you talk to just anyone with it?"

"If knowing who talk to, mm-hm. I can put people, can't put putting people though."

"So - you 'put' me, just now, but that only lets me talk to you, since we're the only two people around with this particular magic?"

"Yeah."

"If I told you to put, say, my mother, could you do that, or would you have to meet her first?"

"I dunno, maybe. Probably. Should trying?"

[Hello?]

[Mother? I have an interdimensional winged eight-year-old with magical telepathic comms at Vorkosigan Surleau. Please advise.]

[...Well,] she says to Miles. [That's... certainly something.]

Pen, meanwhile, wades out of the lake, contemplates the muddiness on her feet, and sits, wings splayed out behind her.

[The "please advise" was not facetious,] he adds.

[No, no, of course not,] she says. [I'll... be there in an hour.]

"I asked my mother to come and visit, and she says she'll be here in an hour," he says for Pen's benefit.

"'Kay. Why?"