[janus is more careful after that-- not in any overstated obvious way, but they're committed to not bobbing their head around too much lest something bad happen to their tiny passenger.] The Tooth Fairy, [janus repeats, with due admiration in their voice.] It's nice to meet you. I didn't know about your other title, though.

Is there some literal fact to that? You guard memories? [janus finally steps over to the refrigerator doors. they open it up, and take a somewhat longer pause than is strictly necessary to enjoy the whuff of cool air coming out. a little reluctantly, they then move to take one container of ice cream, their long fingers carefully skipping over the small, brilliantly-colored bodies of the little fairies still nested among the desserts.] Does that have something to do with the teeth?

In my world, these things are stored separately, [they explain, shutting the door again carefully.]