"Infested with things comparable to snakes, most of which just kill you."

"Depending on how infested 'infested' is might be tractable or not. Unfortunately they're almost certainly not near Edda, if we were near Edda Loki could probably take care of it like that -" He snaps his fingers. "But her most powerful magic also does not work far from home."

"I wonder if we can wish worlds adjacent."

"...that'd be handy."

"...I'm going to guess not, this sounds a little above the thing's pay grade if it doesn't work non-adjacently itself, but it seems like it might be worth a shot..."

"We can try it when we get home, maybe bring someone from demonworld to wish demonworld was adjacent to us..."

"Yeah. After we find out what's going on with all these - what's the word for more of us -"

"Alts. If you want to hang around for a few hours I can write up a summary of your existence and when the mail's been around there will be curious visitors."

"We can definitely hang around for a few hours! Also you should tell us if there are any problems here that your magic doesn't solve, we might already have someone with the powerset to fix it and we could hop back and get them."

"What exactly does your magic do?"

"Within, uh, one step, I guess, of my home world, I can grant wishes, one to a customer, and I can simultaneously apply permanent wish-content-themed magical powers on top of a standard package, although this does technically turn the recipient into a magic rock telekinetically operating their normal body."

"...wish examples?"

"Lúthien just straight-up wished for her teleportation powers so she gets more mileage out of them than most people - a wish got Melkor and company - mine was made carelessly under stress but it got me time travel so I could save my Earth, it was in trouble for Melkor-unrelated reasons, Lúthien helped me fix it for good -"

"Bella's world was really awful too, the aliens with the wish-granting were using it to harvest the emotions of teenage girls, but we managed to come to an agreement with them and save the world from being eaten, and then once we had wishes we could just go back to Arda and find someone to wish the Enemy dead..."

"I will definitely want to hear the long version of this story but you might wanna save it until more of us are here." He pulls a device off his belt, starts writing in it. "Lúthien, if anybody's in contact with any of your alts do you want to invite them to say hi?"

"Definitely! Maybe they'll want to come to the wedding!"

"Oh?"

"We're having a wedding - or a wedding party in the Elf idiom - in a couple weeks!"

"Well, I hope you have room for more people, then, that'll be popular." Write write write.

And Kib sends the Stork mailbox a summary of who just knocked on his door. "Adjacency being annoying, we handle communication by someone teleporting around to electronic mailbox things a few times a day, picking up what's there and dropping off what they've picked up. I think we're due a visit next in an hour and a half, delivery's pretty quick, then we wait for people to open their mail."

"You said I'd need to pick a nickname?"

"Yeah, most of us come with sufficiently different names but you and the vampire one are both Bella. She's registered an intention to go by Golden if it ever comes up."

"Huh. Gem?"

"Gem it is."