Cam is dipping a grilled cheese sandwich into a bowl of tomato soup when he feels the summons. He goes ahead and grabs it. Doesn't even drop the sandwich.
When they reach the corner of the haze, she turns due north and flies into the north wall of haze head-on.
Everything is sort of blue-grey and misty for a few seconds, and then he emerges from the south wall of a new square. There's an island in the middle. Sable, hovering, waves to him and flies into the west wall.
"I flew into a corner once and it was hazy much longer than normal," she says. "A few minutes or something. I came out of it okay, but I don't do that anymore. I would've warned you if I'd thought of it, but it's just a habit by now, and I guess you figured I had reasons."
"I don't wanna get lost, fail to meet up with you again, and only have mindless basement-dwellers to talk to. ...Basement-dwellers is one of the colloquialisms for a demon-made human body, which cannot think."
"Because you keep them in the basement so they don't disturb your guests, if for whatever reason you want to have one or more mindless human bodies around," says Cam. "I don't have a basement or any bodies to put into it at home, myself, but that's the reasoning."
"Some people with questionable taste make basement-dwellers to have sex with," says Cam.
"I don't do this!" says Cam. "I'm not even friends with anybody who does it! It's just the most common reason to have them around!"
"In Hell, where I live when I have not been recently summoned to physics-defying worlds, most demons live on a gigantic plane of solid gold, which is very impractical," he offers.
"Some demon decided it would be a good idea to have a gigantic plane of gold. So they made one. And it was very big, and more or less in the middle of parts of Hell that demons had previously settled, so it became a pretty obvious place for people who wanted to live in cities to build cities. And new demons tended to appear there once there were population centers, and it's snowballed over time."
"Most of the places anybody lives are covered in less intensely stupid substrates. Soil and lakes and such."
"Well, that's better. ...Can you make local gold, I wonder? It's not quite the same as the gold I knew about before I came here."