extradimensional space

[thaumobabble]

Here is a house.

It is pretty and trim and green-and-cream and really ought not to be able to hold itself up like that, and yet here it is, somehow defying the laws of architecture. It is surrounded by a neatly bordered garden of ornamental and useful plants of all sorts: here vegetables, there herbs, there spell components, there rows of flowers.

There is a sign out front. It says only: Magic. Not, Beware, Magic or Magic Emporium or anything like that. Just: Magic.

Sitting on top of this sign is a cream cat with smoke-dark points of color on each paw, his ears, and his face and tail.

All in all, you could be forgiven for thinking that a witch lives here.

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[thaumobabble]

Bella retrieves her light so she can walk carefully over thataway and plant a sweet kiss right on Sherlock's mouth.

[calendarofcrime]

Sherlock kisses back.

She is every bit as good at it as Tony.

[thaumobabble]

Oh yay!

But Bella does presently pull herself away, smiling, and go back to bedroll.

"Duck lily flute broomstick nightshade," she mumbles into her pillow a few moments later.

[calendarofcrime]

It takes Sherlock a little longer than that to get to sleep.

[thaumobabble]

Bella is up circa dawn the next morning. Are there wakeful princesses about?

[calendarofcrime]

There is no sign of Sherlock, although she is presumably nearby.

[allthebrightest]

Tony is snuggled into her bedroll, but she's awake!

[thaumobabble]

"Hi, Tony," says Bella. "Where'd Sherlock go?"

[allthebrightest]

"Away," says Tony. "She does that. She'll be back."

[thaumobabble]

"Okay. Last night I asked if I would be learning a valuable lesson about sharing, and -" Bella pulls out her notes to jog her memory. "She said that you do often feel like kissing people, and that didn't sound like it was a complete answer to me, and she said she had to think, and we decided I should ask you about it in the morning?"

[allthebrightest]

"Yeah," Tony sighs. "She said. That's probably something you should know, when Sherry doesn't know how to say something, she hides until she figures it out."

[thaumobabble]

"Okay. So, do I just - wait till she does figure that out, or are you going to tell me, or what?"

[allthebrightest]

"How to say it is not my problem," says Tony. "Whether to say it is. Okay... how good are you at secrets?"

[thaumobabble]

"...I write things down, but my notebooks are pretty well protected and mostly not interesting to anyone else, and I can not write things down if you need me to. I'm fine at not telling secrets but I'm better at lying by omission than outright."

[allthebrightest]

"Okay. Fine," says Tony. "The secret is, you will be sharing us with... each other."

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Bella blinks.

"I don't think I need to write that down to remember it," she remarks after a moment.

[allthebrightest]

"Yeah. And please don't tell anybody, because people get weird about that."

[thaumobabble]

"I'd imagine. I won't tell anyone."

[allthebrightest]

"Will you get weird about it?"

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"I... can't think of any reason to object, really. It's unexpected, but any number of answers could have fallen into that category. Not my personal speed, but then I don't have a sister or any cousins I much like, so how do I know."

[allthebrightest]

Tony smiles tentatively.

[thaumobabble]

Bella smiles back. "So, me, valuable lesson on sharing, done, cue cute repeat of the overture theme."

[allthebrightest]

...Tony laughs.

"You are the cutest!"

[thaumobabble]

Bella giggles. "I have serious competition, though!"

[allthebrightest]

Brightly: "So, I think we should kiss some more now."