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.
"Then the most useful strategy as a plan A seems to try to catch them unaware and detach their heads from their torsos without giving them time to respawn the others."
"I was planning to fling them up into space and make them explode at the same time," she says, serenely. "No reason not to be excessively thorough."
"Moord Nag is similar. I wish more of the more powerful parahumans would - just not be cartoonishly evil."
"I wish more of them were cartoonishly evil. At least in cartoons they make obvious mistakes we could exploit."
Clearly this is a victory.
"Look on the bright side! If we were in a children's cartoon, I'd be a fairy princess that talks about the power of love once an episode. It would be insufferable."
"Same. I promise to keep the power of love speeches short if you can find us a way to put us all in a cartoon." She winks.
Another chuckle! Gosh, Morgan must be the most hilarious person on this planet. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Excellent. You also have my permission to put us all in a musical, I don't mind being part of a song and dance number."
"Oh well. We'll just have to save the world the old fashioned way. By flinging Endbringers into space and then trying very hard to kill them."
Because clearly he should come, that's just the obvious thing.