"Interesting. We've done a few of those ourselves. Mostly prefer doing nice things for people, though. Definitely glad Mareth had the magic for an instant sex swap, so that's one thing we like better about it so far."

"Huh!" he says, surprised. "Yeah, I guess if you wanted anything like that, Mareth would be the place to get it. Where I'm from there isn't nearly so much of that stuff—I don't think I'd even heard of transformation alchemy until I got here."

"Yep, and in the magicless hell we came from before, there were only years-long and incomplete options. So this is quite the improvement. Now if we can just figure out a way to get individual bodies but keep a mental connection, we'll be set. We'll also probably be a five girl orgy and then cuddlepile for a whole day, but that's to be expected."

...he giggles. "Well, I have no idea how to make that happen, but good luck!"

She snickers. "Thanks!"

He lapses into silence for a few seconds, then says, "...doing nice things for people is nice."

"It really is. We're planning to get tools together and then make as many nice things as we can."

"Tools? What kinds of things?"

"Construction tools, jeweler's tools, artificer's tools, probably smith's tools as well. In order of acquisition priority. Probably make some initial money just doing home repairs, then build ourselves a house out here and start working on things to improve people's lives. Refrigeration, for example. Basically an iceless icebox."

"...where does an iceless icebox get the cold from??"

"By spending energy to keep pumping the heat out. Have to figure out what we can do for power sources in this world, but we'll make something work."

"I have no idea how any of that is supposed to work but I bet Hazel will be excited."

"Bet you're right," she says with a smile. "We'll deinitely show them when we start working on it. For now, though, lunch and figuring out our soul situation."

"Lunch and souls!" he agrees. "I really hope you have one!"

"We do too. It would be worrisome and inconvenient not to."

"No kidding."

"So other than fighting, what sorts of things are you good at?"

"...sex?" he hazards. "Being a huge dumbass? I don't know, really. I don't even know if I'm that good at fighting."

"There are certainly worse things to be good at."

"Than being a huge dumbass?"

"Yep," she snickers. "You can use that for quality assurance, trying to break stuff."

He giggles. "If it passes the dumbass test then you know it's really good?"

"Exactly! Then it's gotta be durable and reliable, to put up with the fuckery you'd put it through."

"If you want to pay me to do stupid things to your iceless iceboxes, I guess I can't complain!"

"Yep. And other things we build."