But there's something unutterably pleasant about curling up in a proper bed in pajamas and just sleeping. And then waking up and getting breakfast in those pajamas. So she does that, because immortality's a long unpleasant time if you don't enjoy the little things every now and then. Like adorable bunny slippers and soft pajamas and sleeping in.
She's midway through a fruity salad thing that counts as the standard fairy breakfast when she feels the summon. Showing up to a summon in pajamas? Eh. If they're proper summoners she bets they've seen worse, and she doesn't particularly care if they think she's unprofessional.
She puts her spoon down and accepts the summon.
She flies over tothe Museum of Natural History, and waits for Glam to show up. She reads about the various war-torn areas of the world, trying to decide which she would like to conquer.
"You know, I can't actually walk into the Museum without getting the Protectorate called on me and I'm sure we'd both rather avoid that."
"Just a bit. I'm outside of it on a bench near the entrance, if that is sufficiently not-in-the-Museum to keep the Protectorate off of you?"
"How about flying above it? I'm standing on a floating thing the same color as the sky so it's hard to see me from below."
"Hi."
"So, as I was saying, the fact that I steal TVs from terrible people isn't what justifies stealing the ice cream."
"No, but the people whose ice cream you stole might just think 'I do not want to work with someone who steals indiscriminately from good guys and bad guys alike.' Which, while the damage to one group does not compare to the other... Technically, it is true that you have damaged both."
"Yeah, but they are willing to look past that when it counts and when I'm most helpful." They shrug.
"... But they don't seek you out. Or particularly want to work with you. They will put up with you in an emergency. That's not as bad as it could be, but it's not good."
"Well, one, Legend doesn't know what he's talking about, and two, I really really don't wanna be arrested."
"If you're over eighteen, lie and say you're seventeen, join the Wards for under a year, and then you're home free. Flee the country, go do good in Europe somewhere or something. Change your costume, voice, and cape name, and pretend you're someone else entirely. Tweaking their nose doesn't actually help you not get arrested."
She looks at the platform she's standing on, and calmly thinks, That doesn't exist and doesn't make any sense, I don't believe in it.
"Checked to make sure I knew what I was talking about. You can put it back if you'd like, I won't make it go poof again."