Then that would probably do it.

I can send her, then. Would you need anything else from me? And can you ask your contact with the reds to investigate their current feelings about the poles?

Crystal should be able to discuss what you are and are not willing to commit to, right? And certainly.

The fact that she and I don't share a body and every thought is a technicality, we can be considered for all intents and purposes the same person, so yes.

Then I might quietly arrange a summit and I don't think we'll need anything else from you.

Okay. Can you get me someone who'll know what I'll need to build power plants?

Yes.

Thank you. I'll build more houses and buildings in the meantime.

And he talks to Fela Neli and Anitam calls an urgent international conference, everybody is asked to send a few representatives.

And it's very unlikely many people will even notice the butterfly, let alone think it is a representative.

Probably not. He gives Avalor a heads-up that the alien wants to go public shortly.

She appreciates this warning. In what manner does the alien plan to go public?

Alien will do a demo at upcoming international conference so everyone can have a little time to balance, and then announce that the poles are terraformed and soon-to-be seasoned and explain how magic works and offer to start teaching a balanced-so-as-to-not-give-out-political-advantages group of greens.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure." And he explains to the international conference that there are aliens, and that they landed on Anitam a short while ago and now mean to go public, and have a representative here to speak to them.

This news is met with predictable furor. A representative? Who??

Representative.

And here's a butterfly. Hopefully they have cameras to track her movements. "That would be me. My name is Crystal. It is a pleasure to meet you."

...everyone looks at the butterfly.

"Are we supposed to think the butterfly is talking?" someone asks.

"This place is mic'd up," someone agrees.

"As demonstration of my authenticity, you will now feel rejuvenated and healthy as you haven't felt in years." She dumps a load of health and youth on all of them. "Is this sufficient evidence?"

"...hypnosis?" someone offers weakly.

This hypothesis does not get much traction.

"If you require further evidence someone could attempt to step on me and I could lift them. Or I could carry something extremely heavy."

"It seems impolitic to step on possibly talking butterflies," someone murmurs.

Then she looks around for something very heavy—a globe, perhaps, or something decorative like that—and flutters to it to lift it off the floor—

—and then zip across the room and gently place it there.

Gosh.

"Why did the aliens send a - butterfly?"