"Maybe this is a surprise for you, Stefan, but we don't need to work. It's a little thing called compulsion. Wishing up all the cash we need. Try it some time, mm?" His eyebrows jumped up briefly and he downed the rest of his drink. "I don't get you. First you're the dutiful school boy for almost a century and now, what, you're a pie-maker? Why are you so desperate to pretend you're human?"