As expected, there is a house. 

"I can take the lead if you'd prefer, but I have no particular advantage in diplomacy, here." 

Shadowed by a lurking pigeon. Just in case.

He knocks, trying to look non-threatening and neighborly. 

The door opens.

"Hey. What's this about?"

"Hi. I'm Pascale. There's a new god in town. Her name is Ellayania and I'm her acolyte."

"Never heard of that one. What's your pitch?"

"We're from another world were gods actually exist. I got here by accident, but there's a lot of things here that a god could fix, so we decided to stay and help. I thought that since you're sort of magical yourself, you might have an easier time understanding."

"...Right. Since I'm sort of magical. How'd you figure that one out?"

"I keep myself apprised of local events. I've been paying attention to your family, and we might have a solution to your resource problem. Get some food on your table." 

"You think so, huh? How do I meet this god?"

There's a woman's voice from inside the house.

"Sean! We're going out for dinner, get dressed."

"You and your family can come with us for dinner. As a demonstration."

"...Okay. They'll come with us, but you won't tell them anything, you'll just show them around, saying you picked them because of mom's job as a lawyer. Gods need to have official jurisdiction, right? While one of you does that, the other takes me and tries whatever you're going to try, and if it works, I'm proof-of-concept. Then we tell them."

"We can do that, sure."

He goes back inside, leaving the door open. 

Dr. Deaton can't hear the conversation he has with his family.

The pigeon can probably try.

The pigeon does try.

"Mom, there's some people at the door who need your help. It's something...weird. They need a lawyer to help them with some jurisdictional stuff. They're from really far away, maybe another world."

"Sean, we don't have time for one of your jokes..."

"One of my jokes?"

"...No, I suppose you're serious. Have they show you any proof?"

"Go with them. Give some legal advice. That's it. Don't do anything else, don't ask questions, don't answer any. Wait for me."

"I'll tell your father, and we'll be on our way. Are you going with us?"

"I don't know what they want, I'll ask." 

He heads to the door.

"I told them you needed legal advice, and to wait for me. We should go ahead of them, so they don't have a chance to ask me anything else."

"All right. Let's go. Thank you for doing this."