"Yep." 

She gets some breakfast pastries and sausages and eggs from the bar and heads on upstairs.

The kids have already eaten their sandwiches. They eat their breakfast sullenly. 

"We're going to pick up your brothers and move to a place called Kansas. There's lots of food there and there will be other children for you to play with."

"We want to go home," says the girl. "With our brothers. And the baby. You don't have a right to any of them."

"Among my people she has the strongest rights to all of them."

"Among ours she's a kidnapper and a traitor to the realm."

"And yet we're among ours and not yours."

"I think we were just complaining about that," she says, coldly. 

" - okay, so, the way this is going to work is that we are going to take you to Kansas, and we are going to give you candy and pizza and video games and, I dunno, show you Star Wars, and if you still hate it in a week then we can revisit your complaints and talk this out, but you are going to give us that week and see what you're missing, and then I will be able to take you seriously when you say you want to go home. Okay?"

"You can't buy us off," says the boy.

"I can try! Please come downstairs the next time you get hungry. Or now, I don't really care where you guys hang out. You guys have anything else that needs saying right now?"

Headshake.

"We can go downstairs and learn Kansas courtesies."

"Great. Come downstairs whenever you feel like it, kids, we have a pretty much infinite supply of pastries."

And she heads downstairs. 

Does Cecilia need hugs.

Yeah maybe some.

"Fairy parents make their kids be polite. I don't - know if humans are different or if it's more that - you don't know how or -"

"I don't want to make them hate me more. And - maybe also don't know how. At this point."

"I wouldn't think they'd hate you more but I don't know much about kids I guess."

"...how do you make someone be polite to you without threatening to do anything that'll upset them if they don't?"

"I mean you can't go around hating people for punishing you when you don't follow the rules. - at least, fairies can't."

"I think - they're not going to feel like any rules I set are legitimate."

"What about rules I set?"

"I - think that might be worse."

Hug.