"It was probably aliens."

"Aliens are real after all? Are angels and devils and dragons and dinosaurs real too?"

"You don't know dinosaurs are real?"

"Well, I've never seen one. Can dinosaurs and dragons fly? I mean, I know lizards are real and dinosaurs and dragons are supposed to be giant lizards. But you need to be small or fly in these parts."

"Pterosaurs and Pterodactyls can fly," Maurice recites proudly. 

"Most people have never seen dinosaurs! They're extinct on Earth! That's why we have books and museums." 

"Books are pretty heavy. I like reading anyway, though."

"...So?"

"I guess you don't have any books with you then? Where'd you two come from anyway?"

"Earth!"

"I don't really actually believe that. Everyone knows the stargate exploded and nothing from Earth can get here anymore."

"You just saw my cousin do magic stuff."

"And you explained it. A tech virus. Being from Earth is on a whole 'nother island from that."

"You scepticism is random."

"Weird tech is a thing that happens a lot, visitors from Earth not so much. But maybe you're right. I just can't tell."

"Rationality prevails!"

He rolls his eyes. "So are you two gonna clog up my secret hideout all night or what?"

"Pretty sure we're outlaws."

"Oh, right, you spooked everyone earlier. Well, I don't think they got that good a look at you. If you change clothes and don't act weird again you'd probably be fine. I could show you how to get back up without flying too."

"Do you have some spare clothes? Mine are made of magic."

"Not here. I could fetch some of mine but that takes a while and risks someone finding my spot. In addition to being me giving away my stuff. Same thing with food and water. What've you got to offer in exchange for that?"

"Supernatural tech brilliance?"

"...Think you can figure out why my clock-work, doesn't? Work, that is."

"Was that a pun? But yes, yes I can."

"Yeah okay, I'll give you guys some clothes and food and stuff if you'll help me fix up my gadgets. You two never told me your names."