He looked most adorable in the monarch wings, even if not entirely happy with giant *things* on his back, and he even chased his toys with wings wobbling. Pictures were taken and will be posted eventually.
Ar Noir went well, for giant-cthuloid-creatures values of well. Wendy managed to shatter the mysterious black cartouche, but shortly thereafter black oozing tentacles crawled out of the lake. We retreated in a cinematic scatter of cars, and called in the BAA, who did the mystical equivalent of the nuke. The lake mostly isn't there anymore.