He ruffles her hair. "Fun times?"

"Neither did I, I was somewhat surprised that the end result didn't involve one party curbstomping the other. Apparently the admin is 'surprisingly reasonable for the literal inventor of Hell'."

Chainsaw snickers.

"They're talking details now. I can relay design input if either of you have any after all."

"Not me," snorts Chainsaw.

"What kind of details?"

"Oh, they want people who died only recently to be able to go home if they want, like I did, they want to handle duplication problems like the one I had, they're going to get a building, I think they've already rendered both of your jobs redundant, that sort of thing."

"I'm all in favour of making my job redundant!" says Eights.

"But then what will I do for fun?" says Chainsaw.

"Me," says Eights.

"There you go, happy retirement plans," says Nathan.

Eights giggles.

Chainsaw snorts.

"I suspect that at least Eights will have a stack of employment offers from the various Bells, though. Or they'll decide that only one of them should offer you a job between themselves, instead. Perhaps the new one."

"Mm. Fun jobs?"

"For you? The most fun."

She glances at Chainsaw.

He smirks.

"If Stella's got Sandy on her payroll I'm sure somebody will be willing to consider you even if you present yourselves as a package deal," shrugs Nathan. "If you promise to behave yourself. Bells are not friends to mayhem."

"There you go then."

Om nom pancakes.