"That is possible." 

"I'll let her know. I think probably a majority of the demons who want to adopt are going to be naturally occurring - even if the ex-humans are more likely to be interested in children, there are way fewer of them and they're likely to have already had a shot at it while human - but some naturally-occurrings could probably pass better than this one."

"Do naturally occurring angels and fairies look the same way?" 

"Yes. The wings are different."

"How do people deal with that in the future?" 

"With what, people being assorted colors? Way less of a going concern in general."

"...Oh. Good. Makes it harder to steal a solution--unless stealing the solution to race prejudice in general is possible--" 

"Unfortunately it was lots of slow attitude shifts punctuated by costly activism."

Sigh. "I was afraid it would be something like that." 

"Very inconvenient," he agrees. "Probably material abundance will help."

"One would hope." 

"Material abundance from, hopefully, a colorful bunch of demons. I'll write to Mrindeh."

She nods and sits back thoughtfully. 

Cam composes his letter but the response isn't instant so he goes back to reading.

Lavinia chews her lip and pores over her son's copy of the Necronomicon. 

Eventually Cam has a reply from Mrindeh. "She says she's prepared to go door to door in Alabama if that's what it takes, if she can get summoned here."

"I can't say I'm unsympathetic to that point of view," she says, reaching over to pat one of her daughter's tentacles. 

"I'll make most of the circle, give me a few to readjust a standard fairy adoption binding to cover demon magic."

(Lucy processes the implications of that sentence and makes a face no one else can see.)

"'Kay." 

Cam adjusts a circle. He produces it on the floor on paper, with a marker. "Little gap right there."

Squeaky squerk goes the marker. 

And there appears Mrindeh! "So soon!" she says. "Not that I mind, I mean. Hello! It's nice to meet you all!"

"Hi!" Lucy says, waving the marker, still invisible.

"Is the idea that you try to dismiss me, to make sure that works, and then if it does I come back and go looking for a baby and if it doesn't I also go looking for a baby?" confirms Mrindeh, looking uncertainly at the area behind the marker.

"Yeah--I'm invisible, sorry," she adds.