Bargaining... Acceptance...

“I accept.”

Giles frowned at Illyria. “I wasn’t aware we were making an actual job offer.”

“It is necessary that there be a custodian of the Deeper Well. None can fulfill that role better than I.” Illyria cocked her head to one side. “I have certain conditions. A computer, broadband internet access, and an electricity supply. Each year at Thanksgiving I shall visit the shell’s parents. You will arrange transportation and a temporary substitute guardian.”

“That seems reasonable,” Giles conceded. “Very well.”

“Also,” Illyria added, “I desire computer games more violent than ‘Crash Bandicoot’ and a regular supply of tacos.”