Fletcher eyed the incoming gnome with a bit of weariness.  He had expected to see someone his height, but was rather saddened to see someone so tiny.  He huddled up, bent down so that he'd be eye to eye with her, and he said, in a friendly-but-mocking tone,  "Hi, little one.  My name is Sycamore.  Sycamore Fletcher.  My friends call me Six.  But everyone else just calls me Fletcher."  Insert huge shit eating grin.<br/><br/>"And no," he enunciated no with a long syllable.   "Moving people over large distances in a blink of an eye is big magic for big people!  Bigger than old Fletcher, and way, way, way bigger than you, pooky!"