"I'm fast." He chuckles at the understatement. But the chuckle is short lived, because - "faster than I am here." And now hes rolling his eyes again, having to admit how severely he's been brought down by whatever process took him from his natural world to here.

"The egg flowers only grow in my Warren. It's a sacred place. The light there's better than anywhere else. I'd have let 'em get discovered for cultivation if I could, but they don't make anything but flowers up on the surface. More's the pity."

He smiles at her apology. "Its not a secret. It's just not something I get to talk about with mortals much. If we were on my Earth, you wouldn't be able to see me."

He doesn't say it sadly. Just matter-of-factly. Saturday's outgrown him. Shes supposed to. A time for everything, and everything in its time. Including children growing up. "I bet you did a great job. And the kids loved it, right?"

Hes excited to ask. They grow up, and rather than forgetting his gifts, they give their own kids the same joy he gave them. That's the longest term gift he leaves them with - taking up the same joy that has given his immortality meaning.

"I might getcha. But the spirit world I'm used tonight as separate from mortals as you might think. Theres not a lot that keeps you from us - just believing is enough."

He'd have to think longer about an "astral" plane. Astral, where the stars are - does that mean space?