"The lack of gods is striking, obviously. You have a lot more people than we do, which I'm sure has all sorts of interesting effects. Ehlonna says you don't have very much true wilderness at all, which is very different from our world - the god of wild places is one of the most powerful ones, there, he goes by The Piper."

"I wonder if your world is younger than ours."

He considers. "I don't think so, but I do think we've gotten humans more recently. And gnomes, to a lesser degree. The other sapient species of our world have less of an impact on it, in the ways I'm seeing here."

"Why might that be?"

"They were designed with it in mind - again with the exception of gnomes. Humans seem not to have been designed at all, or at least no one has taken responsibility for you."

"So you're not sure where they came from? Here we have an evolutionary record."

"We're not. I'm fairly sure our humans didn't evolve, though, they wouldn't have gone unnoticed for as long as that takes."

"Is it possible the humans in your world are our cousins?"

"It does seem plausible, yes."

She does the pausing to introduce another segment of the show thing again. When she can drop the camera-friendly smile she says, "Is there more you want to cover? Past about this length of segment views drop off a lot."

    "Raafi?"

"It's probably best to give them time to think, sir. They'll want more shows like this later, anyway."

    "We can do that, then."

"We hope to see you again soon, follow the blue arrows out!"

    "Actually there's something in the local hell that I'd like to go look at next. Raafi, are you coming?"

"Yes sir."

In a spaceship in Hell, a just-barely-not-ship-melting distance from a star:

"HEY PELOR. PELOR PELOR PELOR. Am I pronouncing that right?"

"How picky can he be, people have accents. PEEEEE-LOOOOOOOOR. RISE AND SHINE - heh, get it -"

"YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE, MY ONLY SUNSHINE -"

"That won't work. And I don't think you have to yell. Just like, 'hey, Pelor, c'mere'."

"How do you know?"

"Well, I guess if anything we're doing works he'll show up and he can clarify."

"YO PELOR."

"You don't have to yell," he announces, amused.

"Woo!" cries a demon in delight.

"Was I pronouncing it right?"

"We fucked up this sun! Can you fix it? Since your thing is suns?"

"I prefer it with the short e. And - yes, I think so. It looks like you were trying for-" a lot of technical language ensues, and then a sun, and an explanation of what they need to do differently next time.

"Wooooo!"

"Yeah we know how we fucked it up, we were doing it together to save time and duped some of the specs so two people were doing them."

"All right. You should be able to get a wizard to fix it, if you catch it early enough, if something like this happens again - a transmutation specialist, ideally. What are you doing with it?"

"We're gonna each make a planet!"

"Very nice. Are you planning on giving them ecosystems?"

"Yeah!"

"I'm not, I'm gonna try for that glass rain deal."

"That's fun too. If you need any help with the ecosystems you might ask Ehlonna for guidance, this seems like her kind of project."

"I'll write that down. How d'you spell it - does it have a spelling in Lagalann -"

He can work one out!

And then - "Are you up for another stop, Raafi, I know we've put you through a lot today."

"I'll be fine, sir."

And they disappear.