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Somebody behind the scenes was pointing out that Lesgle could just do his darn job! It's been a while! and that somebody was quite correct.

Lesgle's strong work ethic has of course been keeping him on a routine schedule of busing tables and cleaning the kitchen, and here he is right now, bustling about in a way that is so far un-disastrous. Do interrupt him!

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"Certainly." He glances sideways at Eric, amused. "About this tall, brown hair. Good sense of humor, cute nose."

"In a hurry?" asked Death.

Eric returns the amused smile.

"Really?" he says.
"What are the odds?"

Buffy works at the library. With her brown hair and cute nose.
Buffy is a lying cunt named Ava.

"But then - this is Milliways."
Still smiling.

He's conflicted.
He hates being lied to.
But he likes people with balls.

"I am at work," he says mildly.

"Indeed."

Ah, damn. Has he made trouble? He hadn't been thinking; now he raises an eyebrow at Eric. "And it's a sensible place for someone to take a nom de guerre, wouldn't you say?"

"I would say it is a sensible place to pick one's battles," Eric replies, blandly.

He could be referring to Leigle. He could be referring to Buffy /Ava. He could even be referring to himself.
Who can tell?

"Oh, quite," he answers just as blandly. He's not interested in tangling with vampires, not in the slightest. But he'll have to tell Ava about this.

And maybe ask her about it too. He shakes his head and laughs.

"Did I say something amusing?" Eric asks.
Pleasantly.

"Do you not get breaks?"Asked Death, "Or are there no employee right s here?"

"I'll be right back." And he is, with replacement tea. "--How was working in the forge?"

"Certainly--and thank you!"

He's back in a minute or two with a pair of chocolates. Why not? But he'll be very careful not to spill. "How long will a project like this take?"

"Oh, no. But you don't find it entertaining? At least a bit? All these clever good-humored girls with brown hair?"

"Didn't I just take a break?" He lifts his empty coffee cup to illustrate. "I drank coffee, had a brush with death, what more excitement should I look for?"

"Oh yes. We are practically swimming in them," Eric purrs.

As will Athelstan, and just to be on the safe side, he removes the few pages he's completed from the table.

"If I do it all myself? Months. A single page can take a day or more."

Lesgle looks a bit relieved. There may or may not be a special level of Hell for people who spill chocolate on a Bible-in-progress; at any rate, he'd feel terrible spoiling a page. "Old and New Testaments, Psalms, and all? That could be years, at that rate..."

"I might cut a few corners", he says with a quick grin. "Stick to plain lettering on some pages, for example."

"It keeps life interesting. Or death." He spreads his hands and shrugs: what can you do? "Do you know who else was afflicted with Lecter's holiday sense?"

"Surely not all of the begats need illustration."

"Not all, it's true. It would be fine with the first letter of each chapter being fully illustrated, and some smaller side and corner pictures on other pages."

But he might get carried away.

"Have I come across others? Hmm, I'm not sure."

Lesgle nods, not really expecting anything. "I was just wondering how many more people are wanting to stuff necklaces down his throat, et cetera. Happy Christmas."

"I'm sure we will be able to find room for everyone," Eric says. Smiling again.

It is a nice thought.

"Fair enough," said Death," But it is less a brush with Death when you are all ready dead."

"Do you enjoy it?"

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