For this statue, he's elected to use various shades of corundum. He managed to get the violet in her eyes into a pair of sapphires, and is now deliberating over how to render her skin. She changed it every so often, so he's got choices here.
"What? We made the cheese! French cheese was- agh. You people willingly eat M&Ms, I shouldn't even be surprised."
(As an afterthought, Ari's other hand contains a similar cracker, which is happily consumed.)
(Ari makes pleased noises.)
"I'll take it. The French made horrible-smelling mold-cheeses which I would not allow in my home, so I'll spare you that."
"It's fairly common these days for cheeses to involve some mold. Different kinds depending on the cheese. I will refrain from demonstrating, what with being a guest in your house and so on."
"Thank you. The incinerator in my basement is very efficient, but the fact that the cheese had been here at all would be heresy of the highest order."
"All right. Wouldn't want to get stuck in a black hole for being a smartass, though, so I'll steer clear of moldy cheese till I leave."
"Nah, I don't hole people. It's antisocial and all. There's a very short list of people I'd do that to."
"By 'very short list' I mean one, and she's in Heaven. Or fucking people over on Earth again, as is her wont."
"I am pretty concerned about that. I tried to make, you know, general safety information firmly attached to the 'hey look daeva' thing, but yeah."
"She's very, very persuasive. For what it's worth, she's probably already swanning about on some hapless bastard's lifespan, so it'll be a while before she renews her lease. Maybe by then they'll have learned."
"Usually once she's loosed on the world, she acquires a great deal of money by various awful means and sets herself up as a socialite. Once she's in society, she mostly just enjoys her life, though I believe she also has a fondness for turning people into horrible living sculptures. Very artistic type, Belinda was."
"Rather. I've often wished I could've convinced some summoner or another to let me and some fairy wheel her out into interstellar space and strand her in a black hole. Would've been a nice turnabout, to have her trapped for however long instead of roaming free."
"It'd be a long trip," Cam points out. "There aren't any in the immediate neighborhood and I have no information suggesting fairies can break lightspeed. You could have dumped her in the sun, maybe."
"We can make black holes, you know. Probably want to do it outside the immediate neighborhood, but it could be done. And I'd hesitate to drop her in the sun in case she decided to start hacking away at its lifespan by changing it to iron as quickly as she could, which I wouldn't put past her."
"Oh, and here I was assuming you didn't want to risk wrecking the orbit of the Earth by putting massive objects nearby. Point well taken on the sun."