"I was terrified, too," the Imp admitted.

"... But I just absolutely have to say that everything we ever heard about M.Y.T.H., Inc. is true." The siblings beamed at us.

We all fell into an awkward silence. I was starting to get used to them. Guido cleared his throat.

"Uh, thanks, ma'am. We endeavor to give satisfaction." "Oh, you have!"

"Narwickius's departure fulfills the terms of our contract," Tananda said. "I hate to be a hero and run, but we have got some other appointments today."

"Oh, of course," Marmilda said. She gave Marmel an embarrassed glance. "Six gold coins was your fee, I think you said?"

"That's what we discussed," Guido said, "but we couldn't have done it without Mister Skeeve, so you'd better give him half of the dough."

"No!" I protested. Tananda gave me a sharp look that told me "not in front of the clients!" I subsided.

I turned to Marmilda with a smile. "Internal bookkeeping. Actually, if you will give it all to Big Crunch, he'll make sure the money gets back to our accountant and is distributed properly."

"Of course!" the Imp female said, counting coins into the enormous purple palm. "Thank you so much. I am going to tell every one of my customers how wonderful you have been."

"Yeah," Guido grunted. He gave me a sideways glance. "Well, we gotta go. Nice hangin' wit' you, Boss."

"The same, Guido," I said, putting out a hand. He gripped it.

Tananda gave me an all-encompassing hug. "Don't be a stranger."

"I won't," I said.

"Bye," Big Crunch, a.k.a. Chumley said laconically. Tananda went through some magikal gyrations and ... BAMF!

"Well," I said to the two puzzled Imps standing in front of me. "Marmel made a side deal with me. Your father's Hoho Jug is a valuable artifact. Not that he didn't leave you plenty of inheritance ..."

"Most of which is lying on the sidewalk outside," Marmilda pointed out.

"... But this is the only thing you two are really fighting over," I concluded. I brandished my rainbow-colored stuffed bear.

"That?" Marmilda asked, with every evidence of distaste.

I hastily undid my illusion, revealing the terrifying smile of the stuffed squid from Dover. "That?" she repeated.

"That," I said. "If you're the rightful heir to this piece, it should regain its ordinary appearance if you call it"

"That's easy." Marine! said. He held out a hand. "C'mere, Hoho Jug!"

The squid hung there in my hand.

"Then it's mine," Marmilda said, with a pleased smile. "Hoho Jug!"

The squid didn't change for her, either.

"What is this?" Marmel demanded. "Did you do something to it? It can't belong to neither of us! We're Dad's only heirs!"

A slow smile made its way from one of my ears to the other. "It doesn't belong to either of you. I will bet my fee that it belongs to BOTH of you. Didn't you tell me you were sitting together when he said he wanted you to have it?"

They looked at one another. "That only makes sense," Marmilda said. "No, it doesn't," Marmel whined. "I want it for myself! You'll just try and sell it."

"Selling it could help pull us out of debt." "It's our heritage!"

"Hey, hey, HEY!" I shouted over the escalating voices. "Look, if you two are going to fight about it, I'll go find Narwickius and tell him I located it after all. He might buy-it, or he might tear your heads off and take it after all he went through trying to find it. You can decide if you want to keep it in the family or not later on, after I go home. All right?" "Okay," Marmel said, sulkily. "What do you say, sis?" "Yes."

"Good." I brandished the squid at the pair of Imps. "Talk to it."

"And that was it?" Bunny asked, as I sat back in my chair with my feet on my desk. "That disgusting squid was the Hoho Jug?"

"Yup," I said, feeling pretty pleased with myself. Gleep sidled up and put his head in my lap, looking for a scratch behind his ears. I scrubbed his scales with my fingernails. "When both of them called it, it morphed back into a ewer. Incidentally, it does echo back 'ho-ho' when you holler into it. One question answered, one fee collected. We're in business."

"What about the others.'" she asked. I didn't have to ask who she meant.

"What about them?" "What did they say?"

I shrugged. "It was a little awkward, but it all worked out."

My new office was off and running. I didn't expect to be inundated by old friends and former employees, the latter a happy subset of the first category, but Bunny and Tananda must have spread the word that I was starting out slowly, and I would ask for help if I needed it. Many people who had worked for or with M.Y.T.H., Inc. stopped by to offer support, but no one was pushing. Exactly. Yet. I had a feeling that the dam would burst at some point, and I had to work out precisely where I was going with my new business before I started hiring. I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, but I needed to have the right answer for myself, first. In a way, I was my own first and ongoing client, and I had to report that no progress had been made yet on MY question.

Bunny started talking about advertising me on the Crystal Ether Network through her PDA, or Perfectly Darling Assistant, a little red disk of a gadget that she called Bytina. What about rewriting my card, or taking out ads, hiring a flying dragon to write my name in the sky?

"It's too soon," I insisted. "One success in a row is not an indicator of a viable business."

But I found myself drumming my fingers on my desk, waiting for something to happen.

I was so relieved that the others weren't upset with me that the fact I wasn't doing much business didn't bother me as much as it might have. I had made peace with my friends, and I was happy about that, but it wasn't going to be smooth sailing yet. I still had to figure out how to describe my new profession so it wouldn't lead to so much confusion.

"... But they keep asking me, what do you do with an in-between skill? A talent no one knows how to harness?"

"What?"

I startled out of my daydream. The minute girl in the blue dress on the guest chair twisted a handkerchief between her fingers. She gave me a shy smile, which made her small oval face lovely.

"I'm sorry. I know my voice isn't very loud," the girl said. She was a Pixie, a denizen of Pix. "I mean, my parents think I should just train harder, but I don't want to be a flower fairy. Flowers make me sneeze. Oh, I know there are spells to counteract that, but I don't... I don't like flowers," she said, with a defiant scowl, as if daring me to contradict her. Her little nose turned pink. "I just could never be as good as my friends. My mother is the foremost rose sculptor in all of Pix. I can't equal her, but she wants me to follow in her footsteps. I just want to make my own way. I just don't know how."

"So," I said slowly, feeling as if I was asking myself, "what is it you do?"

She looked happy, as though no one had ever voiced the question before. She fluttered her tiny hands. From between her fingers, a flash of red appeared. A brilliantly colored bird took shape and took wing. It soared up over my head, then angled off, circling the ceiling of my office.

Gleep's head sprang up from his forepaws, and he bounded after it.

"Gleep, no!" I said, jumping up. I lunged for his collar.

Too late. His jaws snapped shut on the bird. He landed, his blue eyes wide. His tongue snaked out, as though tasting the air. I was aghast. I turned to Flinna.

"Gee, I'm sorry about your pet," I said. "Gleep doesn't usually misbehave like that."

Flinna smiled at me. "It's all right. It wasn't real."