[After an interesting week, Waltaquin has clearly designated this Wednesday as a day to treat herself. Still slightly damp from, presumably, another drop into the gem pools, she's taken herself to the spa to soften her skin after exposure to all the sand and salt and to get some of the pervasive tropical smell out of her.

Quin isn't expecting to find Beelzebub here, of all places, but anyone can enjoy a little pedicure or moisturizer!]

You were helpful in sorting the useful evidence from the offal last week, Beelzebub. [Absolutely no one else would put those things in their mouth....she thinks.]

[She looks at the various spa sundries around them. The masks, the vegetable slices, the salt and sugar scrubs... Hm. That's not her problem.]

I imagine your insatiable appetite gets you into trouble more often than not. It must be nice to have another application for it.