"I haven't been here in weeks." He turns back to look at Gwen. What is she looking at him for? he didn't do anything, and it's not like it's his fault she landed funny.

He starts town the path, looking for someone around who can do a decent demonstration.

By now Gwen would have probably noticed the tiny winged person buzzing around her head, sparkle dust falling all around near her. Fairy dust. Think happy thoughts.

Cackling gremlins ran around chasing each other, and a nearby pup gave away the position of some obnoxious ogres and gobies.

Him, he was going towards a well lit tent. An old woman with silver hair sat within.

"If Auntie Moira can't impress you, then you're gonna have to explain the fairies. And you can't say it's all aliens!"