"Oh. Yeah, that's a different problem." Sigh. 

"I'm going to have to carefully consider exact timing for the rollout if I'm hoping to run any significant amount of the infrastructure on demons adopting babies. Since there's also resurrection and orphans don't have to stay that way."

"Maybe some ex-summoner demon men will want to marry human women." 

"Maybe! Plus I'm sure people can come up with other things to trade - art commissions in particular are a good option."

"I wonder if I'm any good at art. I can find out now." 

"Why couldn't you before?"

"I mean I ever drew stuff when I was little but it's hard when you're not much smaller than the room you live in and much bigger than the door and the neighbors would probably kill you if they knew you existed. And we didn't really have the stuff for anything other than pencil sketches or a good way to get it." 

"Well, your computer's got art programs on it, let me know if you want some physical media."

Bounce. "Are there--computers with bigger screens for drawing bigger things on?" 

"There are! How big you want?"

"Umm. Six feet by six feet?" 

"Lemme look up a good model, I'm not a visual artist myself..." He rummages in his computer and then makes her a nice big square of drawing tablet against a wall.

"Awesome," she says gleefully, and starts poking at it. 

Wag wag.

Reading and plotting.

A while later, Wilbur says, "Is there a particular reason to stay off-planet now that the preliminary resurrection experiments have failed to end in disaster? Because I have ongoing correspondences with several other occultists, and that seems like a reasonable place to start if we want to test the waters on unveiling any of this, and if there's a way to send letters from space compatible with the current technology level I don't know it." 

"Oh, sure, we can go down. Do you want to go back to your place?"

"I'd rather not. I can include a change of address in my letters, and the old place has little to recommend it, particularly not the neighbors." 

"Do you have a preference?"

"Near enough to human habitation to send mail but remote enough that Lucy can move about relatively freely." 

"Well, I guess we can write Mrindeh and see where she's planning to settle." He does that.

"Thank you. So much. For everything." 

"You're welcome."

"I haven't seen Lucy this happy in years." 

- Cam refrains from punning.