Yes, two sets of wings now get to enjoy exciting new careers as cloud fluff.

"I suppose I'll do the coat in case someone sees me through the door." He folds up his wings all snug and adds a long leather coat.

"Nice coat."

"Thank you."

"Hi, I'm a harmless shenanigan," Edie tells one of Tyelcormo's coworkers. "Your weird coworker" she actually forgot to get his human alias so "is involved. Currently he's holding a door open for strange but important reasons. If he becomes unable to continue doing this will you accept valuable objects in exchange for functioning as backup doorstop?"

The coworker looks approximately as confused as any person has ever looked and says "what are you on?" and slowly backs away.

Edie relays this to Space Maitimo and requests suggestions on how to elicit positive responses instead of accusations of drug use.

Can you make me clothes that are regionally and temporally typical - and he strips -

She dashes back in. "I don't think you're supposed to do that in the bar area! Do you even speak English?" she asks, but she also covers him in nice jeans and a short-sleeved button-down shirt.

"Why not - oh, right, humans have a taboo - Bar, have you considered banning unbraided hair in the general bar area? No? Because obscenity customs vary and are mostly pretty arbitrary?"

There are occasional adjustments to the rules but none have been declared for this set of occupants.

"Anyway," he says to Edie, "I'm your foreign friend, I don't speak English, I have decided to paint a picture on a canvas placed in front of the door. I am stubborn about this. I do own that nice shiny temporally-correct high-status vehicle out front, I own ten of them, trust fund kid, I'm unfortunately a bit of an idiot and liable to get lost and or crash the high-status vehicle so do they mind keeping an eye on me you are losing your mind and will fucking give them the high-status vehicle, look, here are the things-used-for-vehicle-ownership if they'll hang out and watch me and hold the door."

"Okay, I think I can perform that. Gimme a minute to find an opportune moment and make the car when no one's looking."

"My pleasure."

She makes the car. She comes back in and fetches him and performs exasperation with foreign idiot trust fund kid.

No one accuses her of being on drugs. They are not totally sure this is legit re: car but, yeah, sure thing, they'll keep an eye on him as long as he just really wants to hang out in that doorway.

Great. And now, finally, off to California.

Meanwhile Emily borrows a phone and calls the number Tyelcormo gave her.

The script Tyelcormo gave her is "Zachary? You're picking up the kids today, right?" 

It's a weird script, but she follows it.

"Sorry, you have a wrong number," says the voice on the other end of the line, and hangs up, and calls back ten minutes later and says in Quenya, "what."

"My name is Emily Lehnsherr, I'm an alternate-universe version of someone you knew who died thirty thousand years ago, and there's magic available that can remove oaths. We have fancy future technology. Someone's sending a drone to pick you up--it has fantastic fancy future stealth stuff--if you say where to land it."

He names a location. "Do you have a twin sister."

"Her name is Edie."

"My brother was married to an alternate universe version of her-"