"I am not a vending machine," he mutters, making piles of rocks.

"What's that?"

Rockpile rockpile. "Future thing."

"Oh and give her some cooked food, that species roasts meat for their babies."

He drops it on Theodore's head; several dragons charge him eagerly.

"Ooh I wanna feed them -" Amriac is holding dragon treats now.

The dragons will all run at Amriac!

They will all get fed! And petted! And cooed at!

They are so delighted!! They will bustle around her until she stops offering treats. 

Why would she do that???

After a while the humans will get tired and need to go inside. By then Theodore's alt has arrived to take over dragon-wrangling.

"I'm gonna go sleep," he says to the fairy, "want to go home before I do that?"

"Yeah, I've got a list of stuff," says the fairy. "Also, like, maybe be at all careful next time."

"Hmm?"

"Uh, you said whatever I want, kinda dumb, you don't wanna be the Elfame Chronicle headline tomorrow morning."

" - oh. I mean, Timothy is scary as fuck and if something went wrong would just come be scary as fuck at it but he would then tease me about it forever so thanks."

"No problem." He wants the following things to go with his gazebo.

He can make things. Arbitrary things, even. 

The fairy thanks him and goes home.

And he summons one, since he's taking the next shift.

Fairy!

"Hi! We're looking for someone who wants to hang out here for a little while and break up fights between the dragons and stop them from flying out of bounds, interested?" 

The dragons are agreeably clustered around Amriac nipping and breathing fire and making an impressive variety of loud noises.

"Wow, that's an interesting one but I'm more trying to get on a list for something regular, is this regular?"

"Uh, can be? That's probably a better idea than summoning someone new every time, actually."

"We're not synced with Fairyland, though, won't be regular for her."