Demon two approaches the two of them. "So how'd you like the show? she asks cheerfully.
"I heard you ask about that one! It is pretty--blasted--cool, isn't it," she says, hastily correcting over a word she probably shouldn't say in front of a, what, six year old? "I'm Edie Javier, Emily's sister. She's pretty busy with closing up," she adds a bit apologetically.
"That's okay. What happens to all the art after the show?"
"Some of it's been sold and goes wherever the new owners want it. Some of it goes back into storage."
"...No, why would it...oh, the secret thing, right. No, burying the art would be very bad for it."
"I guessed. But I've heard enough safe handling lectures that the mental images that sprang to mind were horrific instead of humorous."
"Well, I suppose the metal sculptures would just get a lot rougher, but the ceramics and paintings would be completely destroyed."
"I mean, I'm not saying that we couldn't bury them on an island if we really wanted to, I'm just saying, unpleasant mental images."
"I got a referral from a magician I was talking to. She's a magician-in-training. She wants to learn more about demons."
"...And you got me as a benign example. Fair enough. Well, since we're all clear on who's what, I should probably warn you that my pride demon sister noticed a lot of her kind of energy emanating from you," she tells Mehitabel.
"I don't think that's a word anyone wants an adult using to describe a child."
Blink. "What about the rhyme about little girls being sugar and spice?"
"...How old are you, do I need to explain why the word yummy is creepy or possibly get shooed away from explaining it by your mom?"