"UNCLE ROOOOOOOR."

"Little one don't call across the house, come here."

"NO YOU HAVE TO COME HEEEEEERE."

"Little one -"

"COME ON UNCLE ROOOOOR SHE WANTS TO TALK TO YOUUUUU."

"Who does? Are you on the phone with someone?"

"NO IT'S THE ALIEN."

"Little one if you want to play a game come here and don't call across the house."

"I CAN'T SHE'S HERE NOT THERE."

"I'm in the middle of fixing dinner, little one, I have to do that since the cook quit, remember -"

"UNCLE ROOOOOOR!"

"Coming, coming -"

She considers calling out that she can help with dinner but decides that might terrify him so she doesn't and just waits.

A large man with phthalo-blue hair arrives and sticks his head in. "...little one who's this?"

"The dream alien."

"My name's Kaede, I'm probably from another planet altogether, she accidentally summoned me. I can do magic."

Uncle Ror picks up his niece and sets her on her feet behind him. She peeks around him.

"I won't hurt you or her." She sits cross-legged on the floor, making sure to not make any threatening movements. "Where I'm from, it's common knowledge that there are three kinds of magical beings—your languages don't have names for them or anything similar—and these three kinds share some fundamental characteristics but each has a specific extra power. I'm a changer—I change things. I can turn something into air, change the colour of something, can make it bigger or smaller, change materials, anything like that. The other two kinds can move things and make things. You with me?"

"I'm very confused."

"...okay, I can back up. Magic is real, in the form of three types of beings which I'm gonna call movers, changers, and makers."

"You're saying you violate the laws of physics?"

"Yeah."

"Why are you in our house?"

"It is possible to summon beings like me by drawing certain types of circle on the floor. Your niece accidentally wrote a valid one."

"From another planet."

"More like another—world? Realm? Universe?"

"Why are you still here -?"

"I can't voluntarily leave, Zazi would have to dismiss me, but the most important reason is that magic is incredibly useful and amongst its successes in the planet I come from is 'ending material scarcity,' and if you still have that I'd love to end it here, too."

"...I meant more in the house, but if you need her to... dismiss you... I guess that answers that."

"Oh, I arrived five minutes ago and was talking to her and getting to understand the fact that I am apparently not on Earth and when that became clear enough I asked her to get you because that seemed prudent."

"I've never heard of Earth."

"Yeah, and your years are four times longer but your days are the same length, and now I'm beginning to guess the hair colour's natural, and more importantly that you do still have material scarcity, so... I can leave the house if you'd prefer me to, but I'd be very thankful if you'd point me somewhere with someone who will be interested in this."

"...yes, the hair color's natural... how do you speak Voan if you're an alien?"

"Is your hair natural?" asks Zazi. "People don't have black hair."

"Mine is, yes, my species gets black and brown and a rusty sort of red perhaps dark orange and golden and grey. As to the language, one of the niftier parts of being summoned is that I get all the languages my summoner speaks automatically."

"We have orange and golden and grey," volunteers Zazi. "But not black and brown. You're an alien. Are you better at Tapap than me? I'm not very good at it."

"I'm as good in all languages you speak as you are, but that's sort of qualitative, I don't necessarily have your exact vocabulary in any of them."

"I'm - sure there would be some greens interested in - this," says Ror, "but we're a bit remote right now."

"We're hiding," says Zazi, "sort of."