"Course you did, you old charmer." That, through gritted teeth, was the last thing Bobby said for a while. During the unpleasant task he was too focused on not breathing in more than necessary to keep the small talk going.

Finally he climbed back out of the grave, tablet in his pocket and coffin closed again. He started putting the dirt back in, still not sure what to say. Tonight had turned intense in ways he hadn't anticipated. Much more emotional than he'd have expected. "You're keeping your deal. Always heard you do that."

Only he had gotten screwed last time.