"Don't apply to demons."

"Oh. Uh. Did your summoner fill in the bid form -"

Computer. "Don't think so, should I do that now?"

"It needs an Earth ID number."

"People from offplanet can't take your bids?"

"Uh, Federated Stations citizens can't but you can substitute a Martian State Serial or a Lunar Specification Number."

"Haven't got any of those, can I leave that space blank?"

"I... don't know if the form still goes through."

He tries it.

Apparently it's not a required field, all it needs is a way to send payment and a name and a summoner license number.

He set up the first one and Timothy has the second two. If Federated Stations summoning licenses count; he conjures for it, enters it, submits the form.

The website accepts it.

"...Ah," says Jess. "...Well, uh, let's go put up those buildings, then, I guess."

"Thanks!"

And she brings him out to her car and drives her to the lots where the buildings are to go and names the blueprints.

Up they go.

"Thank you," says Jess.

"For sure! Can I get you anything while I'm here?"

"I'm not supposed to accept gifts in a professional capacity."

"Okay. Have a nice day!"

"...Thank you."

"You're allowed to ask questions in a professional capacity, right? Do you have questions?"

"I should really get back to the office."

"Okay!"

He fills out the web form for the next job before going there.

Portland! Utilities!

Hi Portland! He finds the address.