Adam had to shift mental gears again. Talking to the Metatron wasn't like talking to anyone else and he often found him difficult to understand.

"Prob'ly not too damagin' unless it'd break you to see an angel an' a demon kissin'. Or have dif'rent coloured frogs jumpin' about. Or see a fighter jet on the lawn or a police box in the lobby. Or find the antichrist walkin' around in tiny shorts." He smiled disparagingly.

"As for jobs, Uriel and Remus are doin' your old job at reception. Is there anythin' else you'd be interested in? Pep could use some help gardenin' and Wens could use some help in the kitchen and waiterin'. Harry needs help in cleanin' the rooms, and since Mr. Wednesday left, we have no maitre d' for the restaurant. It'd also be nice to have an entertainment director to arrange fun stuff for people to do. Any of that sound good?"