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.
"So, Glam's birthday is in November, according to them. Is that when the Ward membership ends, or are you going to attempt to stretch it out to protect their secret identity...?"
"I'll see if they're okay with that," says Morgan. "But you can't stretch it out longer than six months?"
"All right. Just making sure."
"Yes, actually - what's your policy on nonbinary gender identities in the Wards? It wasn't in any of the pamphlets."
"It is against our policies to take any action that suppresses or interferes with a Ward's gender identity or sexual identity. Should a Ward self-identify as one gender, the department should strive to assist in creating a costumed identity to match that gender," he once again recites from memory. That ruling is quite recent, and he doesn't mention that Glam's reactions to being misgendered were the spark that caused it to pass.
"All right," says Morgan, nodding. "I think that's everything. I'll make sure Glam's okay with the likely extra six months of probationary status, and then get back to you? But I think this'll work."
More pleasantries are exchanged, and then the meeting is adjourned. Morgan leaves the PHQ - she thinks she'll go pick up some coffee to keep herself from beginning to get sleepy, and then she'll give Glam a call.
(She has not slept in weeks.)
"Hey there," she says. "So, did you bug me with a listening device or do you have an extra power of perfect timing?"
Snort. "Well, fair enough. Can't say I blame you. Did I look out for your interests to your satisfaction?"
"Aw, I'm flattered. Thanks. So, does the extra six months work for you, or is it a dealbreaker? If it is, I might be able to talk them down from it."
"All right. Let me get some coffee and then I can go tell them. Do you want to physically be there this time?"
But first: coffee. Coffee is important. It's a good thing she can't get addicted to coffee unless she wants to be. Because she has drunk a lot of coffee, and she's not going to stop anytime soon.
Then she lets them know that Glam is okay with the extra six months, and that they're going to be coming by to discuss it and join the Wards.
(Well, maybe to people that aren't her.)
Morgan's there to look out for Glam's interests and be the trustworthy adult present, but this isn't her show.
She can handle paperwork, though, if Glam would rather not. She's had practice.
The paperwork is pretty okay, as such things go, there don't seem to be any hidden you're-doomed clauses, and in any case Glam wears a mask, it's not like they could do a whole lot if there was a clause they disliked and they disobeyed it, other than just returning to the current status quo.