Three Sentence Ficathon

“Oh hell no,” says Tash, waving all six of his arms emphatically, “You could not get me to take Narnia for all the offerings in the world.”

“Narnians are nice, though,” says Zardeenah from her perch where she has notably not shown any intention to nominate herself as the country’s new god, either.

Tash rolls his eyes and tells her, “Nice is fine, right up until they expect you to actually show up whenever there’s the slightest hint of a problem. I’m much too lazy to do all that legwork, thank you.”