And now this door is not itself any longer, not quite.
"Our vampires are evil and our demons are numerous and also evil."
"Their vampires have a plethora of weaknesses ours don't," Gloria assures her. "And their 'demons' don't correlate to anything that exists in our world as far as we can tell. She also mentioned something about translating ancient prophecies, some of which are apparently in Sumerian. I don't suppose that little charm you put on Hepzibah's that adaptable?"
"...I don't think so, but I could try..."
"Sumerian is an example. They're in a lot of languages."
"The beans have been pretty thoroughly spilled."
"It's how Hepzibah speaks fluent English instead of struggling with a language completely unlike any that existed when she was all the way alived. Or not where she could encounter them, anyway, I have no clue how closely English is related to whatever proto-Latin was around at the time."
"English is Germanic, dear."
"I literally could not care less."
"My Watcher has... some knowledge of some of the languages, so if I could copy him that would be nontrivial."
"I mean, I'd have to hold the door, but if you can teleport him..."
"It's really not. Sorry about the mess. His name is Rupert Giles and he should be at home."
He has to take a moment to process this.
Then he says, "...And how would you go about doing that?"
"I would very much like a clear idea of what my part in this process is meant to be."
"Well, if I move then we have a door problem..." Bella reaches into her bag and produces a notebook and a pen and writes Weird, huh? I can't claim to have longstanding personal contact with these folks or anything and if she tries to eat your face I withdraw my vouch but I did send her. -Bella She folds this up and hands it over.