"I refer to it as 'tackling' because I can get very thorough with my questions. But yeah, obviously I'd ask politely, first."

"Anyway, all aboard," says Cam, producing a remote control for the ship and popping the canopy to let everyone in.

All Adarins pile in, with Adana sticking close to Cam and snuggling.

"He's probably still on Antarios, but he might have moved. We should check, first."

"Right. Not right now, since I'm using 'em, but please do remember to get rid of my wings and tail for me when anybody's going to be looking."

"Yup!"

"Gaaah," says Max. "It's really freaky, talking so casually about removing your wings. I mean, I shoo mine, but you're actually making yours disappear."

"If she does it, it'll be clean and painless. Heck, if I had to do it myself, it'd still be painless, I made them without any pain-sensing nerves near the joins in case I ever wanted to saw them off. Zane, you did that too, right?"

"... Oops."

"Okay my head wants to be filled with screaming about the sentence 'sawing your own wings off.'"

"Zane, next time you make a set of wings, just copy mine wholesale," sighs Cam, "tweak the color if you want - lucky we have Adana here - and magic deer kid, it's okay, there will be no sawing today, because my angel can just turn them into air, poof."

"Sure thing," he shrugs. "Think I'll make them black, though."

"... Nnng, it's like making your arm go poof. I need to find a magical solution for you guys to shift away your wings like I do with mine, so no more - sawing or making wings turn to air."

"Magic? What kind of magic?"

"Oh! Oh, right, I forgot - my magic's the only transferable one we've found yet. Except maybe this one, but - yeah, you can learn runecasting for sure."

"Are you sure anybody can do it? We can't summon anymore."

"I was the test case for whether it worked for non-natives of Medallion, and it worked for me, but I'm just a human, albeit a previously dead acolyte human."

"Either one, I'm fluent in sixty-eight languages and they're both on the list."

"Sixty-eight is a lot, even with as old as you are."

"Daeva get the languages of our summoners automatically, which conveniently sidesteps the problem of how to negotiate task and price while one of you only speaks Chinese and the other doesn't know any languages because she started to exist as a non-ex-human daeva fifteen minutes ago. I only learned English, some of the Spanish, and half-a-dozen demon-only languages the long way around. Sixty-eight is still a lot, but for a while a linguistics department which had found a different relatively friendly demon to teach them demon languages used to summon me to confirm that she wasn't lying to them about what words meant what things - I didn't talk, but they'd have me confirm translations. And they were linguists, so."

"... I think you still need the translation spell," observes Cypress. "Even with - sixty-eight languages already."

Max shrugs, and hands a scroll over to Cam. "It has to be in a non-native language, but the chant's written down for you in both languages."

"What happens if it turns out my summoning-acquired languages count as native for this purpose?"