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.
Glam sets their lance aside and ponders.
"Okay, I'll hear you out, since unlike them you can't technically arrest me. I was bored anyway, and I think the fairies are, too."
"We cannot have any bored fairies," says Morgan, trace of dry. The irony might kill her. "Thank you. Do you theoretically want to do mostly industry, or combat prowess, or a mix of both?"
"One, again, not telling you what I want. Two, not hearing you out right here where the people who can try to arrest me" (they give Legend the evil eye) "are right there."
"Fair enough," agrees Morgan serenely. "I'll give you my phone number and you can call me at your leisure. I will not lure you into a trap, that's not really how I work."
That is not the face of a woman who sincerely thinks Glam could get out of a trap she sets.
"Mm. Can I get a thing to write on? I don't carry paper with me wherever I go."
She floats over, and says her phone number in a low voice. She does not want this to just be something everyone has.
They nod. "Alright. I'll call you."
The fairies start leaving through the door and a rainbow bridge forms from the door of the PHQ into the sky.
"Wait, we can't just actually let you go," starts Jetpack.
"Besides, it's not like you could actually stop me," challenges Glam.
"Kid, you won't be making many friends with that attitude," says Legend, landing and stretching a bit. "Let them go, it's not worth the trouble." He throws Morgan a meaningful glance. The particular meaning is "We will be having a conversation about this and I had better be damn satisfied with its outcome."
"Good luck with that! There's footage of the whole thing on the internet already, by the way," says Glam, before galloping off into the clouds.
Morgan is very very good at cleaning up from pranks. Things left by fairies? Cease being where you are. Foam trapping the PRT? Gently be shooed. She crushes all of the leftovers of Glam's attack on the PHQ into a very sparkly rainbow ball of junk, and puts it down in a corner to either be taken to the garbage or to disappear.
Then she floats over to Legend. "Debriefing time?"
"There are some interpretations of the situation and the word 'well' that might make this sentence true."
"As for an interpretation of the word 'well,' that will depend wholly on what your plans are."
"Ha. Teenagers are terrifying enough without superpowers. The antics definitely need to stop," she agrees, "and I will do my best to make them stop. What happens specifically will depend on how they take to talking to me. While I'd like to toss them to the Wards for a year for some discipline, I can't help but think that it would, ah, explode horribly. What's the Protectorate's view on villains that leave the country?"
"Villains are, for all intents and purposes, still criminals. All relevant laws apply, plus a few others because they are parahumans."
".... So it could work if they fled to a country that didn't have a government to extradite them?"
"I am thinking through my options," she says, a little tartly. "I'm not actually currently planning anything in regards to Glam, just trying to figure out all of the possible actions and their consequences."