"Hi," says Golden. "I believe you've met my minister of temporal affairs. In some form, anyway. I'm Bella, or Golden when there are several of me under discussion."

"I remember Timer," Eights says fondly. "What's his live name again, Nathan? Him. He's fun."

"Nathan, yes. He's a good friend. You're probably wondering what I'm here about, unless Jane explained of her own accord?"

"I am wondering what you're here about!" she confirms. "It's a mystery. A mysterious mystery."

"Yes, well. You're aware that the person Nathan is mated to works for me as a mint, right? Do you know what that consists of?"

"Grapevine says it hurts," she offers.

"Yes. But the Joker can do all the requisite hurting without involving me, because the process generates coins, not direct results. The peal of Bells has recently added a new sort of magic to our supply that also hurts but doesn't come in - battery form, so to speak. And unlike my counterparts I do not have quite the flexibility to ask my mint-assistant to also serve as an enchanting-channel, given how he would interpret the entire business if I did. I'm told that you don't have this issue?"

"What sort of compensation would be in order?" asks Golden. "We are estimating that it will take about a day for us to collectively achieve the results we have in mind - we're going to be enchanting an instance of Saturn."

"Pff," says Eights. "A day? Not a long-term thing? I'll do it for free."

"Well, it's always possible I'll want something else enchanted, but in that case I expect to get someone else to perform the spell in its entirety. The reason I want to do a day's worth of enchanting at all is because there's a side effect called aura that comes of doing enough of it. The day is a guess; it took the original enchantress Bell a few years of less continuous enchanting to achieve hers. And this is a full day - twenty-four hours. None of us sleep when we don't want to. I don't sleep at all. At any rate. Do you have schedule constraints I should be aware of?"

"Nope."

"All right. I'll let you know through Jane when we've got architectural plans for Origin Saturn and a date set."

"Sure," she says agreeably.

"Later, then," says Golden, and she taps her Jane-gem and she's gone.