The angel throws up her hands in exasperation. "Great. Awesome. At least this is a job I'll be good at. Lemme at your nuke. Why is there a nuke?"

"Because someone made poor life choices, obviously. Tell the nice amateur what you want for turning the nuke into a cloud, angel."

"My name is Tony. Nice to meet you," she says with an attempt at withering sarcasm that lacks the requisite edge. "I don't know, what even is there to trade me in 20 fucking 12? I mean, that's not saying I won't do it, it's defusing a nuclear bomb in a city, I'd do it for a paperclip, it's just I'm really into techie stuff and all the things I'd usually ask for are going to be hopelessly out of date and compatible with nothing."

"I can give him something to pay you with if you want," Cam points out.

"...yes you can," she says, eyes lighting with a speculative look. "Okay. Have your demon buddy make me... how complicated are you willing to get, here? 'Snazzy new computer off the top of your head' is fine, but 'I left some blueprints at home, can you get those and then make me a few things' is better. You could save me so much work."

"I'll blueprint you some things if you want, I don't mind."

She bounces up and down gleefully. "Awesome! I'll take it!"

"Sounds good to me," says the nice amateur. "I'm John, by the way."

"And I'm Cam, and this is apparently 'the Joker', who has no non-stage name," Cam tells the angel.

"Actually non-sarcastically nice to meet you, Cam! I feel weird about your aesthetic choices, Joker!"

"Don't we all," says John.

The Joker giggles.

"Anyway, I am literally the first daeva to be summoned here as far as anyone in this room knows, so going around with wings on would attract attention. I have solved this problem with a snazzy leather coat. You have a much easier time of stealth, I imagine."

"That is a pretty snazzy leather coat," Tony agrees, stepping out of the circle. "I can poof your wings for you if you want, but I guess you might still have a gruesome time of it putting them back on later if I wasn't around, how does that even work? Also, poof." She sweeps one wing in front of her and transforms it into a fluffy cloudlike material, which detaches from her back without trouble. Then she rolls that up into a big ball, rather like poofy glowing clay, and puts it down on the couch next to Cam, and commences doing the same with the other wing.

"Actually, adding stuff is painless. If you want to unwingify me - and maybe get the tail too - I would be much obliged. Sawing them off would be painless too because I thought ahead, but it's still less - tidy than your version."

"Sure, no problem!" She puts the second ball of fluff down on top of the first one and reaches for the nearest of Cam's wings, which - "poof!" - becomes a glowy white wing-shaped cloud which she proceeds to roll up into a third ball. "You have a tail, that's adorable."

"They're very fashionable. And fun."

"I bet! Now I want a tail. Gimme your other wing?"

He waves it at her. "What kind of tail would you get? I had my role models all lined up neat and all I had to do was decide on a length and color."

"Go ahead and un-tail me, it'll take like two seconds to replace if I want it just alike and it's a reasonable opportunity to think about a new color scheme or something anyway."

She grabs his tail and poofs it, then adds it to the pile of other poofed limbs.

"This is definitely in the running for weirdest day of my life," remarks John.

"In the running, huh? It must have interesting competition. Anyway, Tony, how do you want to handle nuke-hunting? I made a radiation dowser - John has it - but perhaps you have a better idea."

John holds up the radiation dowser.