"Thanks so much. What can I get you for your time?"

"I assume you don't have Andrew Lloyd Weber's signature lying around."

"- I mean, the Elves're setting up a portal into Limbo next Fairyland concordance, I could probably get you a lunch date with him? That's a bit much for five minutes of your time, though."

"- are you serious? Portal to Limbo?"

"Yeah. They need something from the place they're targeting, that's why it has to wait for the concordance. Should I look you up once they've got it?"

"Fuck yeah."

"I will do that. I could actually use a favor in the meantime, though. Y'know the winged people?"

"Yeah? Are those common knowledge now, I'd never heard of them before."

"They are not common knowledge. See, they hatch from eggs, and they didn't realize that this would be kind of a big deal in Hell until someone managed to figure out the language barrier and be like '-uh -"

Snort. "Wow, okay. What about them, you want a winged baby or something?"

"I want them to keep not being common knowledge. You never met any winged people, you definitely don't make any winged people, I'll get you a ride to Limbo day after the concordance."

The demon makes a lips-are-sealed gesture and winks.

And Timothy sends him home. Next one?

A rather fashion-forward lady demon with kudu antelope horns nearly half her unhorned height appears. "Hi! Gosh, I thought my list presence had elapsed."

"Hi! Yeah, we're updating old ones to account for all the exciting recent happenings. Want to be on a new one?"

"Oh yes, very much, I miss it terribly, it'd take ten tries even with the list to find the right people but then it was just lovely - I have some suggestions, if you want to cut that ratio down -"

"I would be delighted, what're you looking for?"

"Well you see I'm a wedding planner - I'm not a generic caterer or a generic decorator and I do not like being asked to make a thousand swanfolded napkins only to be sent home before the big event, it's so demoralizing and also the swanfold is completely out of fashion, has been for a hundred years. There was this really brief window where people thought it was a fantastic deal to just hand the entire thing over to me! List dietary restrictions and flower allergies, show me the venues and the bridesmaids, summon me back day of without a care in the world and watch as everything goes up - I even used to tidy up afterwards if I really liked them - but then for some reason I don't know why it certainly wasn't my fault people typically no longer wanted demon guests and I started getting these rude people who just wanted me to make stuff off a list, no creative input at all, wouldn't even let me complain if they tried to put the maid of honor in eggplant and last season's shoes, it was awful."

...giggle. "So, wedding planning but only if you get creative control, got it. I bet that'll be an easier sell once Revelation lightens up about demons, we're working on it. Humans only or can other peoples look you up?"

"I am working very hard on catching up to Elf, orc, Dwarf, and assorted Godspring wedding fashion but I am not there yet, especially that last, do they even have bridal catalogues? But I'm happy to work with people as long as they aren't, you know, objectively wrong."

"You have a portfolio or something they can grab to make sure they share your tastes?"

"Of course I do! What format would you find most convenient?"

He has a chiplocked computer now, Michael having survived a year without apparent adverse effects; he lists the file format.

She makes a chip for it.

He opens it. "Wow, these are stunning."