"Pizza, or is that more a gluttony thing?" She wonders as she follows Sable to go help.

She takes a deep breath and follows her reference material to create an R1 circle. Pentagram in salt, with sigils at the five points and open spots for witchfire.

Blankets carefully wrapped around in an outer circle of snuggliness around the rest, snack foods at five opposing points outside the blankets.

After soliciting a bit of Witchflame from Lenora, she sits crosslegged outside the circle, twists her magic and - connects, there, yes. She pulls, a line tossed out into the Hellish sea, a thin and weak one suitable for all the minnows, resting there waiting to be snapped up.

A few seconds pass.

"Is it... Working?"

"Yes. I thought it would be instant as well, but it is a sloth imp, I'm trying for here."

A few seconds after that, there's a swirl of black energy, and a short, grey-skinned creature appears. Naked save for a rough rag, looking clammy and pale and creepy. He looks around, shrugs, and flops back on one of the blankets.

"Hoo boy, at least you're rolling out the welcome wagon. New summoner? Feels like it. Hiya. Sure you were aiming for me? Not wrath, miss dragon, or gluttony for all the snacks? Anyway, what'cha want? I hope it doesn't involve too much work."

"Just have some questions. General Hell knowledge type things."

"I'll answer a buncha questions but you gotta pay up first, you know. Leave me summoned here with the snacks and the blankets for a couple hours, that's plenty of time for a nap and some lounging."

"What's a lazy afternoon without snacks, right?"

"Yeah, you got it! I get a break, you get some questions answered, everybody wins."

"Makes sense. I'm gonna want some numbers on that, though. An hour and a half of downtime plus the snacks, and you spend, say, up to twenty minutes answering some questions and then help me brew a relatively complex potion, how's that sound?"

The imp sighs dramatically. "Come on, you're killing me here. What's the harm in just letting me be a while longer?"

"My mana's keeping you here. You obviously want to be here, lounging around, instead of back in Hell and I try for another imp, right? I know I'm not giving you a good deal, but I'm not giving you a bad one either. Oh, and I'll be reading off terms in a bit, all standard."

"Ughhhh. Fine, fine. Up to twenty minutes of questions, helping you brew a potion for at most one hour. In exchange for at least an hour and a half free time, alone, in here. And only if you turn up the heat with a bit more witchfire so I can coze properly."

She starts reading off the recommended terms for Sloth Imps from Modern Standards in Consortation. 

She spreads out more witchfire - carefully intending for it not to consume and spread. It's practice, either way.

She stretches and yawns dramatically, looking exceptionally cozy and snuggly with her tails wrapped around herself, just to tease the imp a little.

"Those tails look awfully snuggly, miss. You want to literally and not metaphorically sleep together?"

"-I was laying out terms." Bys says, annoyed.

"Yeah, but you're stuffy and boring and gonna make me work."

She giggles. "Thanks but no. You're annoying my friend here, and besides I'm going shopping with my girlfriend. You'll have to settle for the blankets and snacks and work."

"Eh, fine. Continue." He waves negligently at Abyssia.

She finishes laying out the terms - basically not to cause trouble or deliberately hurt anyone - and repeats her offer.

"Deal. Now get outta here and turn the lights off when you go. Pleaaaase."