"That would be better for privacy."

Dr. Deaton leads them to a relatively safe space. He clears away a space on the floor in the back.

The dogs are very polite about the strangers in their midst, only setting off two barking cascades. 

"Does it matter who summons your friend?"

"Not especially. Do you have something to write with?"

"Nothing here. I'm sure we can get our hands on something."

"We'll need it to proceed."

"Of course. You two hold down the fort. I'll be back."

"Any more questions?"

He watches his friend leave.

"Fairies seem very versatile. Broad sort of magic. Are angels the same?"

"Fairies move, demons make, angels change."

"Right."

He sets about clearing a space for the circle amongst the cages.

She waits.

Once that's done, it seems they still have to wait for the doctor.

"How are you holding up? It must be disorienting, being stuck somewhere you didn't plan for. Or is that expected, with summoning?"

"The particular terms of a summons are always uncertain."

"Always? Why do you take them?"

"Fairyland grows boring, after a while."

"What's it like? I suppose you might not have much to compare it to."

"It's an infinite mostly-flat plane with Earth-like variation in regional topology and climate."

"How many times have you been summoned? Do you prefer Fairyland to Earth?"

"I stopped keeping track many years ago. Each place has its charms."

"Does Fairyland have countries? Religions? Art?"

"Politics are organized on a more local level, typically. A consequence of the freedom of movement enjoyed by the residents. It is conceivable that there are native religions, though I have not run across any."

"How rude is it to ask where fairies come from?"

"It's not rude, but you'd have no reference for any answer."

"Not even a hint?"