"...what happens if a human comes by harvesting mushrooms or cutting wood?"

"The trees aren't ours, they were there before we were. We'd take mushrooms before the humans got to them, because those would count."

"...if someone goes for, say, underripe fruit you hadn't gotten around to yet - you see them coming and pick it prematurely and they see the fruit all disappear? Does this only count if you've actually cultivated whatever the thing is, so if you lived near a cherry tree that you didn't plant...?"

"Then it's not ours, that's right."

"No wonder you don't usually have much food, planting any would be real dumb! - Can plants grow small, I was wondering earlier -"

"No, they can't. I mean, some are very small but they're all one-size-only. Some courts grow things inside the court itself, hard for humans to interfere with that."

"With... magic lights?"

"Yes, or things like mushrooms that grow in the dark, or they have a way to let natural light into their courts."

"I'll probably do a business in electric lights. Though ideally not ones that generate a lot of battery waste."

"Might make the humans suspicious?"

"Yeah, all 'we found this battery in a bog near some, uh, bog butter, dating to around 1250, isn't that weird'."

"Are you assuming the girl won't tell anyone in the human afterlife, or that she won't be believed?"

"I imagine she in particular might not tell anyone but probably some people tell and aren't believed."

Nod.

Airquotes: "I died of having been starved by incompetent faeries! Yeah sure you did -"

He gasps in pain and staggers sideways into a wall and falls over onto the floor. "Don't -"

"- what -" Cam drops to his knees, picks up his hand for a pulse automatically before his brain catches up. "Oh. Oh, airquotes don't - oh - what do I do, can I -"

"Don't do that! Does it not hurt you?"

"I - I guess not - I'm sorry, I was - making a gesture that's supposed to do a use-mention distinction I'm sorry -"

"Well, lucky you." He grits his teeth. "You could say how you did actually die, some people think that helps -"

"I got murdered by a lone gunman in front of an auditorium full of my students."

"Sometime - gonna ask you about that -"

Sigh. 

Cam takes a deep breath and sits down on the floor next to him and slaps a strip of duct tape over his own mouth.

He seems to take a bit to make sense of this.

"I'm not mad at you."

Cam makes a piece of paper, reads what is on it a couple times, and turns it: I don't want it to happen again, regardless, so I might need some practice for a while. If I re-read your book does that count again?