“Okay,” Lightning Dust said, exasperated. “I’ll pretend I believe you this one time. But I’m not going to baby you from here out, kid. If you don’t take care of your wings, you can’t expect them to take care of you.” She gestured, and James climbed over the edge of the water. Lightning selected one of the bottles, dropping a little from the end into the water until it foamed up. “This is a de-greaser. Only use it after a long time without proper care. It strips wax, so you don’t want it to be part of your routine normally. But those wings look bad. You smell like you got lost on a migration flight during a thunderstorm.”