"Oof," Uriel grunted as the bag was handed to him. With a sigh, he turned around and walked to the dumpster. He had long since ceased being surprised at Eve assigning him chores. He hefted the bag into the dumpster effortlessly and then went inside.
"Ah, there are no children," Uriel observed. He could see that they'd been here recently, though. Toys and crayons were scattered about, and he bent to pick up a handful of markers that had taken refuge under a small bookshelf.