"She's gone, you're okay," repeats Bella, "I went and got you, I apologize for the unpleasantness, I can owe you three wishes if that'd make you feel better."

The minions are all collected up in the living room with a neat stack of luggage. Several of them are eating chips out of a large bowl on the coffee table, one has a cup of orange juice, and one is reading a book - I Had Trouble In Getting To Solla Sollew, by Dr. Seuss.

"Is this all of you?" Bella asks.

"Yes, your majesty!" says one who might be the youngest, with a big smile on her face.

"Okay." Bella teleports them all to the new Mercury palace, which is tall and made of assorted pretty rocks she has encountered in demon dimensions. The flora she's put in is also mostly demonic - although all magicked nice and nontoxic - although there are some roses, some wisteria, and one variety of tree that she completely made up. She's made the gardens a bit more extensive than planned to give all the demons things to do, with paths winding between and spiraling loosely through little ecosystem-neighborhoods. "Welcome to Mercury. Do you have that list I wanted?"

"Yes, your majesty," says one of the two she was speaking with before. He hurries forward with the list. It is long, and in fairly terrible handwriting, but neatly organized and fairly complete - including necessities for survival (food and water), comforts and luxuries (shelter, books, candy - M&Ms get a special mention), and long-term requirements (visits from Bella at least once yearly; clear feedback on whether or not they are being good minions).

"Okay," says Bella. "I don't have a good impression of how your social structures interact with housing, or for that matter what they are at all; how many dwellings do you collectively want of what sizes?"

"Sure," says Bella, and she speeds up and designs a dormitory-style building with twenty-five bedrooms on two floors, and a common space with a TV and some computers and a kitchen and a replicator, and a library in the basement with copies of the entire current contents of the Los Angeles County public library system (absent duplicates). The whole thing's a pentagon; she puts it at the edge of the gardens, perpendicular to the main line of the palace. "There you go. I'm gonna put you all on my telepathy network so you can let me know if something comes up; it'll let you talk to each other too -" [like so.]

"Oh, thank you, Your Majesty!" beams the littlest minion.

"No problem. So, the plants -" She gestures at the plants. "The red-bordered sections get watered once a week, the blue-bordered ones twice a week, the white-bordered ones every day, I hid a little garden shed with tools in that enormous white-leafed tree over there, the replicator in your dorm will make plant food as well as stuff for you guys, I don't really expect a weed problem because there weren't exactly any seeds on this planet when I conjured the garden up but some stuff might turn invasive I guess, feel free to mess with the locations and shapes of stuff or expand things past the current area if you take viable cuttings or stuff goes to seed, none of this will kill you if you eat it but I can't promise it'll taste any good because none of it's from your dimension and most of it isn't Earthly either so maybe don't try it."

The minions all nod on hearing this set of instructions, and someone gets out a pen and paper to write it all down.

"You can divvy up the work and the dorm amongst yourselves assuming that's all amicable; if you need me to settle disagreements let me know. As long as you're here you can also let me know if anyone shows up on the planet who isn't with me or one of these people -" She conjures up illusions of Sherlock, Tony, Soph, James, Minnie, Virginia, and, what the heck, Giles. "These folks are all allowed, anyone else might not be and I will want to investigate."

"Yes, your majesty!" says the one who handed her the list. The rest all nod.

"Excellent. Anything else we should go over before I go do other stuff?" asks Bella, clapping her hands in a businesslike manner.

There is a general shaking of heads.