Wherein we see that Devils are often as clueless as we were and still are about affection and crushes.
Wherein we discover that blind dates are a form of torture in Hell just like on Earth.
Wherein communication and the value of physical print books is explored with a well meaning mother.
Wherein we discuss empty coffers and the vices of Netflix binging.
Wherein I share the secret to a well timed joke before fleeing for donuts.