"My Belltower nickname is Angela," she says. "My real name is Isabella. Either's fine but the first will be less confusing if you're going to mention the other Bells."
She shrugs. "It's still a little weird to me. We've met Kas and Alice but everything except for lap-sitting went on behind closed doors."
"We're just hugging," laughs Micaiah, although there is enough lipstick on his face to give him the lie.
He giggles, and disentangles himself from the Joker long enough to give his angel a hug.
She hugs him back, with wings. (Her wings are not Pathalan; she doesn't have to warn everyone she meets first of everything that they're not public property. Strange kids where she does intercessions run up and pet her all the time and she often just puts up with it then, instead of explaining.)
"That's fine," says Angela. "I'll wander a bit and then check in at the Belltower; do you want to meet there or just go home separately and assume we'll be back at the same time to tell Rinnah and Charles?"
"I - think I'd rather not," says Angela. "I'm not particularly huggy in general. And I wouldn't put my wings around a stranger anyway if that's what you meant."
He turns it over in his mind a little, and then very carefully makes a wish.
And then he hugs the Joker, and wraps iridescent black wings around him.
"That's - not permanent, is it?" she asks. "Is it just the wings or are you all the way an angel - two angels can't - we're not Nathan and Magdalena -"
"I can go back and forth!" he assures her, demonstrating. "And my clothes change when I do, to make room for the wings."
"Okay. I'll meet you at the Belltower," says Angela, and she goes a-wandering through the bar on her way to the stairs.
Micaiah's new optional wings are very, very snuggly.