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.
"Um. I don't think we are actually close enough for that to be a reasonable dynamic, not to mention the fact that you look barely older than myself."
"Yeah, that's about my thoughts. Legal guardian that wants to make sure you don't spontaneously catch on fire or get bullied by people that think that until you are eighteen you are property, no actual mothering. But if you wanted it, I would try." Shrug.
"Yeah, there are other reasons I don't want it. The catching-on-fire and bullying parts are okay, though."
"Sure. You will not get me awkwardly trying to mom where I'm not wanted," she assures. "That sounds like a terrible idea."
"Yes, and therefore you will not do it, because you do not act on terrible ideas, because you are perfect, correct?"
"Yep. Sometimes it's just quietly, to themselves. Because they're too intimidated by my splendor."
"Also so that I can bounce ideas off of and get criticism, like 'maybe don't do a trick with fairies when your power is reminiscent of faerie glamour and also your name is Glam.'"
"Mmhm. I might also ask for your help figuring out how to make people expect the right things without my telling them."