Ronan narrowed his eyes, sizing up this-- apparently not fairy-- before him. And he thought he took things personally. It wasn't like he'd called Odo that kind of fairy.

"Yeah, dude. I don't know what changeling you're talking about, but back in Ireland they're fairies. Never heard the story? Happy, healthy children replaced with sick, frail fairies in the middle of the night." He frowned. "Man, you got my hopes up."

He'd always wondered what it'd be like to meet a fairy, even if the results were usually poor.

"What kind of changeling are you talking about?"