"So what do you usually do for fun?"

"Sing fly play games read."

"Well, we've got plenty of books, and flying's definitely always fun. Shall we head to the library, then? Most of the books are there, and the main library windows are a traditional take-off point for flying students who don't want to climb the stairs to the roof."

"Okay."

"Who is?"

"Warren Worthington. The third. He's the only other person here right now with birdlike wings. Angel Salvadore has wings too, but hers are shaped like a dragonfly's."

"But he not an angel, just some guy?"

"He's a mutant, yes. But I think he'd like to go flying with you. He always insists there's a difference between floating on magnetic fields and feeling the air catch under your own wings."

"Probably yes."

"So! What first, flying or books? I have no idea if the fact that these books are from a universe you've never been to before is a positive or negative."

"Maybe interesting, maybe not, dunno." Pause. "Is good you speaking a language I pentagon."

"Pentagon? That was one of the kinds of wishes, right?"

"Yes. After square before hex."

"Mmkay, fiction's over here..."

Pen browses fiction. Anything for eight-year-olds here?

Yep, absolutely. Pen is not even the youngest child in the building.

Pen picks out a book and looks for something backless to sit on.

There are, as previously mentioned, squashy probably-footstools.

Pen prods one, deems it acceptable, and sits and reads.

After a few hours, if Pen chooses to read that long, Emily says, "Papa found the person who left the door open to get you stuck here."

"Do they be get doors whenever wanting or if try few times or just random?" wonders Pen.

"...Random, it seems, but usually at least one every few months."

"Well, next time getting a door should hold for waiting till I get there."

"Yeah. He's going to see if he can find anyone else who gets doors, in case they get one sooner."