Ari is patrolling the streets of scenic Vancouver! Well, actually he's just going to visit Peter, but he's keeping an eye out for monsters along the way. It's a nice night, monsters like ruining that kind of thing. The streets are more or less deserted, it being 2:00 AM on a Tuesday. Ari whistles cheerfully.
"Good idea. Sally nobly dedicates her bed to the cause. She's the second room on the left down that hallway. Bathroom's opposite, you can use Peter's spare toothbrush because he's literally never used it because he doesn't come here. We'll get you clothes and stuff tomorrow, I guess."
"Humans don't, but I'll bet you I can find something or other among my faerie contacts. If nothing else, I can sew, but I'm not half as good as Sally, so we might wait for her to get back."
"I don't mean to imply anything about your mother, but I can confirm for you right here and now that Sally is the single nicest person in any universe. Plus she's got like a million piercings and they're all full of sparkly jewels."
"If there was anyone nicer than Sally, then they would've just collapsed into a singularity full of adopted cats."
"There a cat at space plant party. He belong one of Mommy having Jarvis castle. He soft."
"That's the thing about cats, they're so soft. Sally loves them, like half her wardrobe is about cats, but she's allergic. It's awful."
"Oh, is sad! If Sally so much of nice then when Mommy and Daddy find me they magic a fixing."
"Oh man. She'll probably hug your mom and start crying, fair warning. And then Peter and I will have to keep her from adopting one per square foot of the apartment."
"Anyway! Off to bed or you'll be all tired and grumpy tomorrow, probably."
"Proooobably." And Pen goes to bed and flumphs out her wings to either side of her.
Ari summons an acquaintance to ask about setting up a glamor to hide wings, and bargains him up to the address of some weird mutant cobb who works with clothes instead of shoes. Then he works on that glamor in the living room for a couple of hours.
A few hours.
The rest of the night.
Goddammit, this is interesting!
She's likely to find Ari passed out on a stack of math, featuring a very dignified puddle of drool.
Pen starts looking for food that does not require waking him.
Most of it is delicious junk. There is also an extremely insistent and slightly dusty bowl of fruit, and the fixings for an army's worth of sandwiches.
Now she is fed. And bored. What is there for an eight year old angel to do around here?