...he doesn't particularly want to poke at Faye's facial expression. He cuddles up to Lev instead. 

Lev is producing a bland, semi-Impressionist sketch of a flower, of the sort you would find at a doctor's office. 

"...Is it just me or is this not a summary of the causes of schizotypal personality disorder?"

"...wow. 

I guess you can't say they aren't thorough?" 

"I can't actually draw."

"Well. I guess that doesn't work. At least you can draw now, even if you can't.... control what you draw? And you can listen to classical music or play it for people whenever you want."

"Maybe there's a correspondence between what I'm trying to write and what I'm trying to draw?"

The development of vision in infants produces a fruit tree. The availability heuristic produces a cat. If he tries writing about the availability heuristic several times, it produces several different cats. 

"I am so sorry." 

"Well, I mean, I can't talk about psychology or draw semi-impressionist sketches of cats, so at least you're still beating me there? And writing about the same thing gets the same drawing, so it's not completely random, even if it doesn't seem very related."

"It's cool! Probably I worked too much when I was alive anyway."

It is most definitely not cool.

Lev is getting very very cuddled right now. "Still. If they never let me talk about art again that would be awful." 

"Yeah. It... yeah. Maybe if the issue was that you would talk too much about work, you could ask Michael for some sort of... time-limited version? So you could talk about work for a certain amount of time per day, not long enough to be a problem but... still better than nothing? I know that's probably not enough, but." She shrugs.

"It is the Good Place? They probably know better than I do what's good for me? I wouldn't want to ruin everyone else's afterlife by being unable to shut up about" Light, tinkling classical music. "Oh god dime it."

"Well, I for one would want to hear you talk about —" and he mimics the snippet of melody. 

"That's usually the opinion people have before they hear me talk about"-- light tinkling classical music-- "and not afterward!"

"You'd know better than I would." More cuddles? More cuddles. "And I guess it's good that Asher can't talk about politics without it doing the same thing?" 

"I'd probably like him better if he could, honestly, I have much stronger anti-dictator principles when they aren't getting in the way of me getting to argue with someone about social science."

"....okay, that's adorable." 

This earns another giggle. "Without knowing what the thing actually is I have no idea whether I would be interested or not! I usually like listening to people talk about what they're interested in, even if I think the thing is boring, but with the whole" --she mimics the tinkling-- "I suppose I will just have to defer to the superior knowledge of you and of the Good Place on this."

"Maybe they'll let me talk about work once I've had a really long rest, and you can find out."

"That'd be nice! I guess we do have all of eternity ...Wow, we have all of eternity. I'm going to be a thousand. That's weird."

"I bet the neighborhood's going to be really weird once we're a thousand years old."

"Yeah. I think it'll be kind of cool though? We'll all have changed so much, and we'll have changed it so much--especially given that, um, the very cheerful lady who appears when you say her name can provide basically arbitrary things. Eternity is definitely super weird to think about but I'm kind of looking forward to it."

"...I have several thoughts and most of them are depressing. It's going to be great to have time to get to everything I would usually put on my to-read list." 

He puts his head on Sasha's shoulder. "Will you tell me about them?"

"The depressing thoughts or the to-read list? Answer's yes either way."