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.
"You're going to have to clarify what I'm thinking about," says Morgan dryly. "I'm aware that getting you out of the country's illegal, if that's it."
"I don't, but like I said, my rep is here, and not as a boogeyman, just as this whimsical character who can do anything."
"... I'm not going to attempt to force you to do anything," she says after a pause. "If I want to persuade you to do something that would be convenient for my plans, I'll try to make the option as appealing as possible, not go, 'Rawr I have a big stick fear me!' So if you want to stay, I mean, feel free. ... But please stop tweaking the Protectorate's nose, Legend's kind of trusting me to get you to stop."
"I could stop tweaking their nose, at this point, I suppose. They'd still want to arrest me and such."
"Well, of course. They're not going to stop wanting to arrest you unless you join the Protectorate or disappear."
"I mean, it's slightly worse than being arrested unless Birdcage because—I mean I like people, don't get me wrong, but dealing with other parahumans is tiptoeing around eggshells."
"... A little," she agrees. "But there are exceptions, certainly. The thing that would bother me is - the Protectorate forces their members to patrol. And patrolling is an utter waste of my time."
"Patrolling at specific times, with specific people, who happen to be traumatized superpowered individuals, not to mention all the other things we're scheduled to do. Micromanagement to the max."
"I don't actually mind being micromanaged by someone competent. It's being micromanaged by a bureaucracy that'll use me poorly that will tick me off."
They ponder that for a bit. "I mean, I agree, but I think... competent wouldn't be enough, or maybe it's not the word I'd use to describe it. It'd have to be someone I could personally verify was doing good, someone I really trusted."
"Yeah. So. My options are basically being arrested, being arrested, or having to start over somewhere. Well, I mean, not completely over, but for now my rep is mostly limited to the New York Forums."
"I mean, saying you're seventeen and only putting up with the Wards for a year lessens the time being arrested, if that factors in at all, but - yeah, I see what you mean. Hmmm."
"... When you turn eighteen the probation ends, and you're free to do whatever you want. Wards can go immediately join the Protectorate, and are in fact kind of pressed to do so, but they don't have to."