"Oh, like Link!"

There's a copse of apple trees a short way down the hill, nestled in a flat hollow.

"Can you clear out those trees and put down the library there? Even if it's the whole destroyed wing it should fit down there."

"Seems like a pity to wreck your apple trees but if you really want?"

"I don't tend them or anything. In a few weeks there'll be more popped up farther down the hill."

"...what the fuck?"

"Huh?"

"That's not a normal amount of time for a tree to take to grow."

"It's... not? How long do you expect trees to take to grow?"

"Years, to get that size!"

"That's weird. Is it like that for all plants? How do you... I guess if you can make stuff out of thin air, getting enough food isn't a problem. Or do you not eat? What about those other places you said? Fairyland and Heaven? Your fairies can't be the same thing as our fairies, since ours don't do a lot of moving things. Do they just import from Hell?"

"There are mortals who have to eat, and they grow trees, they're just, uh, longer term investments. Other plants mostly don't take years. Possibly they devote more space to farmland than you."

"That sounds implausible! I'm sorry, it's not that I don't believe you, just—a few weeks is a bit of an exaggeration, if we're talking full size; it's one or two months to get from a sapling to full grown. But Hyrule isn't even that fertile, compared to most lands we've heard of. And yields have been getting worse since the Great Calamity. I can't imagine how that economy would work, especially in more arid regions...

"It's not very important, though, except maybe your mortals need to import some of our crops, or possibly some of our soil. Anyway, don't worry about the apple trees."

"Yup." He sawdusts the apple trees and puts in the library.

When they enter, it looks nothing like a library!

The beautiful hardwood floor and artisan, plush-adorned furniture put together a very stylish reading room, but instead of shelves, shattering the aesthetic are eight large Sheikah-tech columns that go right from carpet to ceiling, linked up with thick, twined cables. There are black glossy portions on the columns that look like screens, and ports where a Sheikah Slate might slot in. The patterns might be expected to light up trademark Sheikah colors are instead dark, again.

There's also a bulletin board on a wall, papers still pinned in it, and a rolling large chalk slate scribbled with half-finished diagrams, and what looks like scattered rough paper and writing tools on tables laying around.

"Oh no, those must be data storage columns of some type. They're probably blank again. But lemme see..." she scurries forward and picks through the papers, then takes a look at the bulletin. "An index! And names, and lots to pick through in these papers. Can you create a specific person's handwritten notes?"

"I can!"

"I'll come back with requests later, then."

    "I'll put together an adapter to charge up these columns and see if there's anything left in them," says Symin, who's come in after them.

"Cam, do you need anything for now?"

"Nope, I'm just piloting the drone to get Robbie the slate."

"Yes. If you have time or the attention to multitask, you can also try finding Link and asking him to come back so we can catch him up, see if he'll let you borrow his Sheikah Slate to steal his travel gates and Camera compendium."

Link's surroundings?

He's clinging barehanded to the underside of an overhang in some sort of deserty-canyony looking place, dressed in a bandanna and light clothes. Strapped to his back is what surely must be an inconvenient number of weapons to be each individually the size of his entire body.

If the method permits, the otherwise unoccupied spaces in the conjuration volume comes with a lot of violent sandstorm.

He appears to be a teenager.

The sand falls down everywhere immediately because it can't appear in motion but he gets the idea. "Do you happen to recognize this, geologically?"

She looks up and gives it a glance.

"Somewhere on the edge of Gerudo Desert. That's neat."

"I could fly out there and try to intercept him but if he can teleport I'm not sure that will particularly work as a strategy."

"Can't you send another drone with a letter asking him to teleport back here?"

"Yeah, though I'm not sure it'll hold up great through the sand."