She re-scales as directed. "I can get down to my underwear if you think it's the best use of our time, but there are probably other things that matter more?"

He checks his watch. "Maybe if there's time leftover. I want to do something similar to your sleeve and the lace on your leg but first I want to consult the magic on what kind of lace, approximately, is best." He produces a bunch of lace samples. "Don't worry about the plagiarism, it'll apply to them all equally, just try turning your sleeve into each and see which is best."

She copies each lace type one at a time--looser ones and denser ones and abstract ones and flowery ones and thick ones and delicate ones and variously in-between ones. What does the magic like?

The magic likes this broderie-anglaise style (the samples are labeled).

"Great," says Mr. Valenti. "Now give me a plain fabric sleeve to mark up and I'll place little symbols to tell you where to put various features of the lace."

Solid white sleeve, cotton so it will be easy to sharpie on.

He Sharpies up the sleeve, then tells her what each symbol corresponds to on his sample of this lace type.

Can she just hold the mapping in her head and tell the starscape "do that", instead of going through and changing them one at a time?

Per symbol, yes, not for the whole map.

Then her sleeve will lace-ify one element at a time.

He has her do the leg the same way, of course, then he returns to the issue of shoes and accessories; he designs her a new tiara, drapey hornaments, new rings (same pairs of fingers, but all four matching), much shorter boots to show off the lace all the way down. He Sharpies her skirt to rearrange her swirls of gems, has studs of blue opals going up the outside shells of her ears, and does conventional makeup around her eyes for her which she can photograph and do herself later. New belt, no bandolier, with a cunning mechanism so she can pull ammo from her back around to where she can reach it easily. A few lines of makeup he draws on for her in blue on her hands and below where the rear extensions to her necklace end, like henna patterns only for scales. Towards the end of each of these processes he checks himself against the magic.

Margaret loves everything but especially the drapey hornaments and the convenient reloading mechanism and the eye makeup. She flexes her hands in the rings and whips her head around to make sure the hornaments don't get tangled in the tiara. What does the magic think of it all?

The magic is thrilled! (The hornaments do not whip around far enough to get tangled.)

"This is awesome! My magic is way better than it was this morning."

"The one of the second hour will shine brightest in gold."

"Oh, I don't think I said, my magic is precognition and one of the things it does is give hints like that, that one probably means your next appointment will look best in lots of gold stuff." She shrugs. 

"...I'll bear that in mind," says Mr. Valenti.

"Honestly I bet whatever you do will be awesome whether you feel like taking weird magic advice or not."  She runs her fingers over the lovely new scale pattern on the back of her hand. What time is it, for that matter?

It's 1:54. "Not enough to re-scale your torso," he says. "Anything you want me to take a very quick look at before you go?"

"Is it worth trying nail art again and do you have any inspiration sources for that? Or we could try a couple more embedded gems?"

"I'm worried embedding more will affect your point count - the gems I assume you're not having grow in place, but it does affect your underlying body and the science isn't in yet on whether that counts more than a plain piercing. We can absolutely revisit nail art, though since your nails are in fact just more scales I'm tempted to suggest something unconventional - maybe a color change that fades out from your fingertips - see what it thinks of that, try it in white and in your original blue."

She nods seriously at his comment about points, then sets up a gradient from silver to white, then changes it to blue.

The magic doesn't care for it. "Worth a try," he shrugs. "I can send you a link to a reference site for conventional nail ideas but more blue opal is the conservative option here."

"Okay, thanks. I'll take all the reference material you want to send me. You have my email address from the booking, right? Also, can I get some quality reference pictures of what I've got now?"

"I do, yes, and absolutely - strike a pose, might go in the gallery -"

She stands up tall, spreads her wings as far as they'll go, grabs her stardarters and aims the one in the lace-sleeved hand to her side and the other one ahead and down, smiles for the cameras.

And they all go off with a shutter noise. "There you go! Best of luck!" says Mr. Valenti.

"Thank you again!" And it's too late to get back to town before afternoon patrol shift ends, so she'll fly straight home feeling as radiantly happy as she is just plain radiant, and pose for more pictures with her fondly smiling parents, and show up for Sunday shift the next day. Getting all her jewelry on in the morning now takes almost as long as combing her hair used to, but it's much more fun.