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.
"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.
Would Glam like Morgan to regularly check up on them, or just show up when called?
The Protectorate can also have it, if they would like for her to diplomat for them in the future.
Glam is happy! And will have to make friends with the other Wards who mostly know them as "that kid who kept handing us our asses." Fun.
Do they need her to be present for any sort of public announcement about this? Since she's Glam's legal guardian.
Well, everyone has her e-mail and she's not needed for anything, she can just fuck off.
What to do, what to do. How much information is there on warlords in Africa? She bets she can take all of them, but maybe not. And if there's a good starting place for her conquest, she'd like to know it.