"Thank you. We'll be heading home inside an hour, I'll have someone set up to take you on the tour soon as we get back. Or if you want to save yourself the transit I can write them to resummon you but I know that then there's no magic guarantee."

"I'll hang out."

"Okay," says the blue, "keep the ship moving so they can't try the transporter trick on us, write home with a summary, just in case. Does that binding let the demon tamper with the weapons systems if they're firing on us -"

         "No. Or, uh, maybe very creatively."

Nod. "Hail the Petrov."

Someone does that.

A different officer answers. "This is Captain Williams."

"We'd like you to return Captain Isabella, please."

"Are you preventing the ship from accelerating?"

"Yes. The ship isn't damaged and once she is safely returned will be able to depart without problems."

"How are you doing that?"

"I hope that you will understand if we decline to specify at this time."

The audio cuts out briefly and the captain murmurs to the first officer.

"We'll put her back."

"Thank you."

A minute later Isabella hails the Season.

"Ship can move," the fairy's summoner says to the fairy. 

The Season answers.

"Thank you."

"Everything all right?"

"I'm unharmed."

"Good. Let's head back to Amenta and wait for contact, shall we."

"Yes, that sounds like a good idea."

Off they go.

The Federation sends an ambassador.

The Blossom hails it.

"Hello! I'm Ambassador K'riohgann(v)or - feel free to give me a nickname if that's hard to pronounce. Do you prefer to talk ship to ship or to meet in person?" says the lop-eared alien ambassdor.

"We'd be delighted to meet in person if our environment is safe for you."

"Nothing I can't handle for a few hours!" Ambassador K'riohgann(v)or says.

"Then feel free to land. I'm sending directions to our spaceport."