Pen's grammar is not up to this task. She takes off and flies.

And he watches! She's a cute kid. 

She soars, she swoops, she turns circles.

Eventually she wants lunch.

They can do lunch! Less boring lunch, even. 

Yay, less boring lunch.

All meals less boring from now on, they'll keep the incredibly powerful child happy, it seems wise. 

Now what?

Does she like to swim? There's a river, they could swim. Or paint or draw or carve or sculpt or something.

Angels not swim, she says.

What do angels do all day?

Sing fly play games tell stories fly sing talk about stuff do politics shopping singing flying.

Well she can sing and fly some more or he can come up with some stories. 

Stories?

"Sure. You like stories about adventures, or mysteries, or falling in love?"

"Adventures!"

"Well. Once there was an angel who came to a world with an evil god."

Pen snorts.

He goes on, undeterred, to give the angel all kinds of adventures.

Gosh. What adventurous things this angel might get up to.

She could meet the magic princess of the hidden forest. She could go sneak through the valley of giant spiders, if she's not scared of giant spiders. Celegorm has a very brave cousin who once fought a dragon, she could check if there are more dragons that need to be told to not hurt people. 

Dragons here not nice?

Nope. Are dragons from your home nice?

There a one Daddy and some people who dragons! And pointy hat one Mommy having dragon friends. Think mean world one having bad dragons though? Because, mean world.

This is a pretty mean world too. Maybe in mean worlds there are mean dragons.

Yeah probably. Pointy hat one can telling when a world mean.