Worried sigh. "Okay."

Beka is watching her daughter and her daughter's alt. They are stalking Catherine's magical teddy bear, which is tromping through the grass. They have complicated rules they have failed to communicate even by osanwë to Beka for which of them gets to pounce on it.

And someone appears at the gates! He looks barely older than Catherine and Kat and has wings that are much wider than he is tall. He is bouncing.

Kat gasps. Catherine gasps too and then says "are we surprised -"

"That's an Elf with wings!" says Kat.

"They don't ever have wings?"

"No!"

"I'm a demon," says the Elf with wings, heading over. "Elves don't have wings but demons practically all do. You can have wings if you want but it takes a while to learn to fly."

"I WANT WINGS," says Catherine.

"WHY," says Kat.

"SO MORE OWLS WILL LIKE ME."

"OH. BUT THEY WOULD HAVE TO BE DIFFERENT ONES."

"Girls, did that need to be shouted?" says Beka.

"YES," says Kat.

He drops an angel wing catalogue in English on Catherine. "I'm supposed to give the not-wizards chiplocked computers and also a wizard who wants to be a test subject and do the alt lookups for you and also anything else you need, do you know what you need?"

"...I'd sort of like to look in on my birth parents at some point? I dunno if they want to hear from me though," says Beka.

He makes scale models of Beka's birth parents. 

Nothing happens, which given they're Elves probably means they are presently disembodied in the Halls of Mandos. He makes models of them before that. "- here they are but looks like they're dead right now and didn't publish any works before they died."

"Well, yeah, nobody on the continent had writing before they died. Maybe you're not whoever I talk to about that, that's okay."

"Demons do material objects. Want a chiplocked computer?"

"I don't know what that is."

He pulls his out of his pocket, turns it on, demonstrates. "It's a library and a communication system and a calculator and you control it with your thoughts."

"That sounds pretty neat!"

"Yep, and no one else can read things you write to it which is important if you write anything secret. You can all three have one if you want."

"Yes please! If it doesn't work on wizards Catherine's brother and sister won't be able to -"

"Not fair!" objects Catherine.

"- but Catherine's almost certainly not a witch and Kat's a basically normal orc."

"Except!" says Kat.

"Except that she is my very favorite."

Kat takes a flying leap into Beka's arms and is caught and smothered with kisses.

This does not interfere with chipping all three of them. "You have computers!"

There is a pop and additional people appear at the gate.

"Hi! I want a whole buncha things the most notable of which is 'Haiti as the snazziest most futuristic high-tech nation you can wrangle' and also you can give us the computers, they're perfectly safe."

"I would love to make Haiti super nice but if there's already stuff there it might be a little tricky. How do you know the computers are okay -"

"Drug abuse. You must be Epic."

"1810 English is awesome. Yes, I'm Epic - you have the computers now -"

"I have to leave so he can get his family to assemble for computering, I can show you Haiti?"

"Sure - what drug are you abusing -"

"No."

"I'm not going to get a tiny magical your dad hooked on Felix, Timothy."