Clara was by no means an expert on the modern world, but she knew damn well that a fried phone posed a problem. The thing had most likely burned up on re-entry like the rest of the contents of her backpack. I’m going to have to address my lack of a working phone sooner rather than later.
In many ways she was thankful for having maintained her plain jane form. The trip she took to reach the barn might have torn her wings off entirely, and it was questionable that even ambrosia would have been able to do much after that to recover them.
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