"Well, if you want some, there are plenty of islands around to find them under. Anyway, I should go tinker with these." She hefts the bundle of Cam's old wings.

"Sure, have fun."

"Do you think you'll want them back if I manage to make Terraria wings out of them, or do you like my old flame wings too much?"

"I like the flame wings a lot. Especially the convenient light-shedding properties. I do not feel proprietary about my discards or anything, I can always make them over again."

Cam goes for a fly with the new wings. They work great. He likes them. He tests whether he can swim with them on.

They are perfectly swimmable and continue merrily flaming underwater!

That's hilarious. He swims a few laps, gets out of the pool - and reads up on painkillers.

Sable, meanwhile, tinkers with his wings.

At around noon, Cam goes looking for her.

She is sitting at the complicated desk in her room full of crafting stations, with a bowl of red-and-yellow mushrooms beside her from which she occasionally nibbles a mushroom. The wings are on the desk.

"Hey. Are you really enjoying those mushrooms, because I can take my lunch-making prowess elsewhere."

"I'm not especially enjoying them, no. You can try one if you like."

Cam tries one. He makes her a loaded cheeseburger and fries and a peanut butter milkshake and a set of same for himself. "They are not particularly fine examples of mushrooms. By the way, if you ever develop preferences about what you eat besides not the same things you've been eating for eight years let me know."

Nom. "How goes the crafting?"

"Along. Craftily."

"My wings are terribly stylish. I wonder if you can make a detachable version of the tail to go along with them? The tail is important." Wag, wag. "Admittedly I did not make myself a tail first thing like I did with the wings."

"If I succeed with the wings, I can certainly try the tail next. Although the flame wings are much prettier."

"They are! But I really like having a tail. I don't know if I can make one that convincingly matches the flamey feathery thing to replace my blue one though."

"Maybe I'll try."

"That would be neat! My birthday is in two months."

She giggles.

"I'm gonna be a hundred seventy-three. I will make myself an enormous cake with room for all the candles."

"How will you eat all that cake?"