"I rather agree."

"What kinds of things do fairies take in trade?"

"The classic flippant answer is 'a batch of cookies' but anything that'd be harder for them to get or make in Fairyland than it is for them to do the job will typically do. Ideally it'd have resale value."

"Okay, we can work with that." 

"Fairyland is no Hell but they do have high tech, so you'll want stuff that's still useful in that context - yes potted plants and food and even, like, authentic 1920s clothing, but not a telephone unless they're assessing it for its value as a... parallel dimension antique."

"I was definitely thinking of stuff more like plants and food than telephones. I don't think we could make a telephone by hand so if we wanted to give a fairy one we'd have to ask you for it and if we're doing that why a telephone." 

"I mean if you go out and buy one."

"It's gonna take me a while to get used to living somewhere the neighbors don't know and hate us." 

"I suppose you'd still have some trouble making a shopping trip? But you could hire somebody to go shopping, probably."

"Wilbur could go. Or Mother, or Grandfather, but Wilbur doesn't tire as easily, and it's enough of a walk that that might matter." 

"I am confident the car has been invented by now."

"...Oh, yeah, those exist." 

"They do! And won't even attract that much attention. Though I will have to teach you to drive."

"Well, not me, I wouldn't fit, but yeah. I mean I guess you could make a car I could learn to drive but that would attract attention." 

"Quite. I suppose you would probably have mentioned by now if you had a set of wings in there somewhere."

"I wish." 

"Inconvenient. I know how to attach them to a regular frame but wouldn't know where to start with you."

"I'm not even sure if normal visible wings would be compatible with the stuff I'm made of." 

"No? You eat normal stuff."

"Yeah, but I don't, like, have normal blood. Wings whose cells expected to be fueled by normal blood might find themselves disappointed." 

"Oh. What do you have instead?"

"I don't know what to call it but it's yellow-green and more viscous than normal blood. And has a stronger smell." 

"Huh. Well, blood does come in different colors, horseshoe crabs have it blue, but maybe it's technically peculiar lymph or something, couldn't tell you."

"I have no idea but I'm pretty sure it's a Yog-Sothoth thing and I expect Yog-Sothoth things to be weirder than crab things." 

"Seems likely."