"Tries to keep the wizards in line so the Amentan thing doesn't blow up in some way that's totally unrelated to us and doesn't help us at all, mostly. He's not royalty, we don't so much have that. Aitim's not royalty either, he got elected."

<We don't have royalty but I wouldn't recognize all the siblings of everybody on the council I guess.> Is wax paper food?

Miranda Vanishes the wax paper and offers Eskillimi a slice of cheese instead.

He walks in. "Apparently we're fleeing? Why? Where's safe?"

"This fellow thinks his Timothy is dangerous if kidnapped and we don't know for sure that whatever kidnapped him won't kidnap his Timothy."

"Say, do we know yet where the ghost is from?"

"I don't think so."

"Ask him if any of us look like we're from his planet," Isun tells Eskillimi. She does so.

The ghost points at the Dwarves. Then makes an uncertain hand gesture at everyone else.

"Maybe he's a braids."

"He does have his hair in braids. They have ghosts?"

"We don't get too many of them in Khazad-Dum but it sounds right."

"Do you know what braids call your world?"

"Arda's the planet. The world is Ea or Ae or something vowely like that."

"Wanna ask him if he's from Arda," he says to Eskillimi.

<They want to know if you're from Arda.> APPLES. APPLLLLLLLES.

Nod. Nod.

"Yup. So I guess you're a complete set."

"If we assume we're getting sent Aarons and Kittys and Isaiahs, we need the Andalite Isaiah and the Osirian Kitty and - is that it?"

"I guess. But maybe this is just the first wave or something."

"Well. Long as we don't run into someone murder-happy this mostly seems great. More worlds, we can solve each other's problems..."

"Assuming Khemet can find us and those brain parasites the Andalites are worried about can't, anyway."

Outside, a person appears in a tree. He falls a little before coming to a stop on a branch below. "Ack!"

<Hello. Lots of people have been randomly made to appear here.>

"...I just see, uh, you."