He folds his wings and waits. "Can I make food?"

"...sure."

Here is a very elaborate tasty breakfast spread. He is hungry; he's been flying.

Well AK isn't jealous of this at all, no, sir.

"There's enough for two."

"I. Probably shouldn't eat anything you make."

"I'm eating it, would I poison myself?"

"You could make the poison in it as I take it," he suggests.

"I'm not a murderer."

...he seems to consider this reasoning, or some reasoning anyway, and accepts the food.

It's tasty food and not poisoned at all.

He's reasonably happy about this decision!

And the important person they're waiting for?

Arrives in some ten minutes, in the form of a tall, muscular man in a suit.

"...and here I was, hoping this was a prank," mutters the man, before turning his smile to AK, who stands to attention, and Fëanáro. "Hello. You must be Epic?"

"Yep. Hi."

"AK tells me you replaced the ruins of São Paulo with clear dirt."

"Yeah. It was radioactive and no one could live there. I'm going to put it back."

"Just like it was before?"

"I could do that but I think I could also make it nicer, if we want it nicer."

"We probably do want it nicer. It was the country's largest city—one of the biggest cities in the world—before Behemoth."

"I know. I think if you give me blueprints I can do anything. We could make it really nice for people."

"We could," he nods. "I can have people on it, but it's a lot of buildings and it might take some time. Do you need to read all the blueprints to make them, or can you just conjure whatever's on the blueprints?"

"I don't know yet, I just got my powers, I haven't checked. I think I could do it without reading the blueprints, but I want to read the blueprints so I don't make a weapons system or something without knowing."

"It might take you several hours to read all of them," he warns.

"That's okay. It took hours and hours to fly here."