Manage establishment personnel, rent rooms, disappear currency and sold objects, discern diet-relevant medical information and then some, comment on properties of the multiverse, track enormous numbers of tabs, and be made entirely of wood.

"Thanks. Okay. That drink was fantastic." And back outside. 

The backyard is where he left it.

Angel.

This is so much fun. 

Angel! "Hi, I'm Ashoka!" she says.

"Hi, Timothy!" - and the explanation -

"Hm, I'm not sure I'm at a point in my life where I want a routine gig."

"No worries. Do you know anyone who might?"

"Most of my friends are huge Earth geeks, I'm not sure I know anybody who'd like to spend lots of time in a totally other world. I could ask around."

"Oh, it's an Earth, just an Earth with some minor divergences because of the magic and it's 1802."

"...Magic is a minor divergence?"

"I've been comparing notes and it doesn't change as much as you'd expect? Almost all the same people in charge, almost all the same events. If you know some history nerds that might work great."

"I know lots of history nerds! Some of them are even nineteenth century nerds. Although you seem to be probably British and my thing is the first several centuries of Buddhism so I will maybe have to dip into friends of friends."

"I am British and while we're not committed to starting here we're too late for the first centuries of Buddhism. I don't know much about it, what do you study?"

She is happy to infodump about the first several centuries of Buddhism, such as the emperor she named herself after and what she's managed to smuggle in from Hell via Fairyland to verify facts about the life of Siddartha Gautama!

He is such an attentive audience!! "There's a demon inside if you want to ask him for some stuff."

"Ooh!"

"Want to go ask him?"

Nod nod nod.

Inside!

And the angel bounces up to Cam and starts jabbering about things she wants and he makes her things.

And then she can go home. "Thank you very much," he says to Cam. "If it gets tedious I can grab someone else for angel payments."

"It's fine," he says. "If you ever run out of less trivial things to do you could try diplomacizing away the tiny stupid fake war between Heaven and Hell and then she and her ilk could just place direct orders for things."

"Once the world's a post-scarcity paradise for everyone even the elephants, and before we figure out how to reach the rest of the worlds, sure."

"Finding other worlds is probably more important."