"What's a church?"

"...Oh boy.  Church is where we go to learn about and worship God, who created this universe and - probably also yours but I'm less sure of that?  And he gave us an afterlife and stuff."

"What's worshiping?"

"It's kind of like going, 'wow, you're really cool' or something.  It's more serious than that, but - fundamentally."

"This person, you think, made Fairyland, and you think that's cool."

He flinches.  "I mean - if he did that he probably also included a way for things to be okay for you guys eventually - even if nothing else kills you you probably get to be a part of the apocalypse and go to heaven.  Which is, uh, a nice place where nothing bad ever happens again.  - But I don't know that he did that; maybe he didn't."

"I guess I don't know if this place is nice enough for creating it like this to be cool."

"I mean - I'm going to be really bad at explaining this and maybe I should just find you some stuff to read, but the basic idea is that the world was created perfect and then humans messed it up, but then also God did some things to fix it so now things are... fundamentally okay, pretty much."

"...it was perfect but it wasn't stable against the things that were in it?"

"Because of free will, yeah."

"I don't really get it."

"Yeah, it's really complicated and confusing and no one gets it, basically.  But suffice to say the whole family will go someplace for a few hours every Sunday morning."

"...okay. Uh, maybe on days when they don't have work I can sleep in the woods some more, if you can haul me out." She's starting to fingercomb her hair.

"I would not want to sleep out in the woods if I had other options but I guess I'm not a fairy.  Uh, just wondering, what happens if someone is ordered to do something they can't do?  And is refraining from making noise in their sleep one of those things."

"If it's completely involuntary orders can't change it, or I would've suggested that."

"What do they feel like?"

"...orders? You already asked to try one... If you mean orders to do something you can't do, sometimes you start trying if you don't know you can't, but otherwise it feels like nothing."

"Yeah, ones you can't do."

"Do you want me to order you to recite one of your books from memory, or something?"

"Yes!"

She glances at the shelf. "Recite Frankenstein from memory."

"Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus.

"Uh.  ...Huh.  Yeah, I super just don't have any idea how that actually - starts.  - What about something that you can kind of do but not really?"

"If it just takes a really long time there is no particular limit to how long you can be trapped trying to brute force the cube root of seven billion."

"Oh no.  ...I do have a calculator, though.  Which is to say - I mean, if you ordered me to fly, would I start trying to book an airplane?  If I didn't have the money for it would I start applying to jobs - I guess realistically I would probably go for stealing from my parents first, wouldn't I -"

"I don't know what an airplane is or how complicated it would be for you to get one."