"Hello. My name is Dorothy Christina Archer, but I go by Chris. I'm a witch from a different universe which is currently connected to yours via a magic bar that my boss and also someone named Bella found. Apparently you know languages that it would be helpful for me to copy into her brain?"
"I teleport you to the magic bar, you consent to having the contents of your head accessed for this one specific purpose, I copy it into my head, I copy it into her head. My boss explains how our universes are different and yours sucks, probably."
"Um...no. Back in a tick, I'm going to get some." Teleport! "Bella, your old person quite reasonably requires proof that you sent me before he'll let me teleport him places."
"Well, if I move then we have a door problem..." Bella reaches into her bag and produces a notebook and a pen and writes Weird, huh? I can't claim to have longstanding personal contact with these folks or anything and if she tries to eat your face I withdraw my vouch but I did send her. -Bella She folds this up and hands it over.
"I didn't overdo the being-characteristically-myself? You did not see in that note a caricature of my genuine personality clearly indicating duress or forgery?"
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"Yes?"
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He has to take a moment to process this.
Then he says, "...And how would you go about doing that?"
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"Bella, your old person quite reasonably requires proof that you sent me before he'll let me teleport him places."
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"She wrote me a note," Chris says, offering the folded paper.
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He reads it.
"...Well, then. I suppose you may take me to Bella."
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Teleport!
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"Hello," he says to Bella. "Your note was very convincing."
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