"They probably couldn't eat the milk anyway if they're not all settled in and I guess they don't have infantile jaundice to clear or anything. Mrindeh will presumably top them off when they come home to her."

"I was only going to wait a few more minutes anyways."

"Awesome." Tailswish.

Previously, a larger-than-babies small child approached Mrindeh.

"Hello, Ms."

"It's, uh, it's Mrindeh."

"Hello, Ms. - Mrindeh.  May I have some hair ties?"

"Sure, what kind do you like?"

"The little ones for the ends of braids instead of the ones for all of the hair near your head, please."

Little bag of hair ties. "There you go. Lots of colors."

"Thank you very much!"  She giggles, politely.  "May I also please have a sandwich on wheat bread with lettuce, turkey, and cranberry sauce spread on the side closest to the turkey, cut diagonally, please?"

Mrindeh blinks and hands her a sandwich, wrapped up in paper.

"Thank you again."  Kennedy unwraps it and examines whether it's to specifications.

It is, though she didn't specify every property of the sandwich so Mrindeh filled it in.

Like what.

The turkey is very thinly sliced, but it's not the slightly gelid deli style, and it's warm. The cranberry sauce is chunky and has cardamom in it. The lettuce is not a cultivar she's heard of before and it's remarkably flat and sandwich-shaped. The bread is quite crusty and rustic-textured.

Kennedy will try a bite.

It's edible.  She'll eat the rest of it while in the general vicinity of Mrindeh unless that seems objectionable in some way.

Mrindeh's just kind of hanging out, looking at her computer occasionally.

The bird kids, who had gotten distracted on their way to Mrindeh by the street murals and the pretty buildings and the other person over there with feathery wings, finally flapjog over.  "The guy said you could do toys, can you?  I don't know what kinds of toys there are.  How many can we have?  What was your favorite kind when you were a kid?"

"Oh, I wasn't a kid, I've always been a grownup, but there are lots of kinds of toys. What kinds of things do you like?"

"Why weren't you???"

"- most demons weren't, we just appear already grown up."

"Oh.

Can I have a puppy?"

"No."

"Sorry, demons can't do living animals that work right."

"Oh.  How are demons different from animals?"