Cam is dipping a grilled cheese sandwich into a bowl of tomato soup when he feels the summons. He goes ahead and grabs it. Doesn't even drop the sandwich.
"Yep. I was seventeen, I found some summoning books in an abandoned house, I carefully experimented and talked to some daeva, and then I deployed a bunch of summons to make it pretty undeniable that they existed. Previous summoners came clean in small quantities - they'd all had economic incentives to keep quiet, you see, but those were gone - and I hid among them and taught summoning at a university for four years and then someone figured out it was me and shot me in the head."
"I took to being a demon really well! The only trouble was then I couldn't get in touch with my parents."
"Gratuitously ordinary. Mine are approximately that too. Anyway, eventually they died and went to Limbo, which is what happens if you don't turn into a daeva. I knew about it but hadn't publicized - it seemed like it would make the engine of post-scarcity unnecessarily political, you know? - but Limboites aren't summonable and don't get cool powers and the place is kind of disappointing."
"I mean, maybe give me twenty minutes if it's been long enough between dismissal and resummoning that your first attempt catches me in the shower. The first drawing will remain valid in that instance, incidentally, as this is a personally targeted circle. I'll just turn up slightly damp while you're drawing a redundant duplicate."
"Water clings tight enough that it's mildly uncomfortable to get the air under it. I'm faster than those awful public restroom fans, but not by that much."
"Some people don't mind sloughing the water off like that, I've just never liked the sensation."
"Oh, that will get you into all sorts of messes if you're any kind of daeva. We're indestructible."
"Yes, but if one is indestructible things like 'flinging oneself into a star' are merely 'inconvenient'."
"I do actually have a plan to get out of any stars or black holes I find myself in but it would take a while."