"He seems to like things straightforward, but - from a point of view of being from a place where almost nothing ever goes wrong, except for like, two things, ever, so in small steps? Uh, he might be able to telepathy me from here even when I'm in my apartment, you can try referring him to me if you get stuck, he likes the way I explain stuff."

"...two things have ever gone wrong?"

"They have, like, one Altin Sos quality supervillain who is now in prison, plus his friend got evicted."

"...I see. Thank you. Do you need anything from us?"

"Not at the moment. Just want to go pack things up so I can reasonably stay here with him."

"All right. Take care. His - existence - as well as that of magic is a state secret."

"My three year old sister saw him. I told her not to tell anyone. If she does it'd be 'swore a friend to secrecy', not 'told the whole school'."

"That's good to know, thank you."

"Please do not terrify my three year old sister. If you decide to pull her out of school have my mom do it."

"I don't expect we'll want to pull her out of school but I'll make a note of that."

"I don't know how you normally handle state secrets known to three year olds. Is that all?"

"That's it, yes. Thank you."

"Mm-hm."

And she finds a train station and goes home and talks to her dad and packs a suitcase and then gets back on the train.

When she gets back, tiny alien is surrounded by fascinated greens and speaking very quickly in Quenya.

Aww.

"Pelape!" Now he is in her lap and back to speaking Quenya for fascinated greens. She can maybe catch the words 'Bella' and 'Pelape'.

Snuggle. You talking about me?

I was explaining how I landed on you instead of Bella.

Gotcha. Snuggle tiny alien child.

I can send you a translation?

Yes please.

How many Elves were there in the first place?

Well they hadn't invented counting yet but some people think it was a hundred forty four.

Your counting is base-12?

Yes. Yours?