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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[calendarofcrime]

Sherlock has cleaned her sword, but not sheathed it.

"I will deal with any further snakes," she says.

[thaumobabble]

"...Okay. Well then. Look! A bridge!" says Bella, laughing a little shakily.

[allthebrightest]

Tony shrugs and heads for it.

[thaumobabble]

They make it across the bridge without any other snakes trying to turn them into lunch. Bella trips with noticeable frequency, although she does land on soft Enchanted Forest moss and kip up uninjured every time.

[allthebrightest]

"Should I be carrying you the rest of the way?" says Tony, grinning a little.

[thaumobabble]

"Do you wanna?"

[allthebrightest]

She giggles. "Do you?"

[thaumobabble]

"Wouldn't say no. You're not a broomstick, far as I know."

[allthebrightest]

"I don't remember ever being compared to one before," she says, laughing.

[thaumobabble]

"If you were one, I wouldn't let you carry me," Bella says.

[allthebrightest]

"Well, aren't I glad I'm not a broomstick, then," she snorts.

[thaumobabble]

"That makes it sound like you want to carry me," observes Bella.

[allthebrightest]

Innocently: "Oh, does it?"

[thaumobabble]

"It does. Of all the reasons you could be glad to be a non-broomstick, that one seemed decisive in causing you to mention this gladness aloud."

[allthebrightest]

"Broomsticks also probably can't flirt with you," she said. "Or if they did, it would be really uncomfortable for everyone involved. So that's another big win."

[thaumobabble]

"I'm trying and failing to imagine a broomstick flirting with me, and I have a pretty good imagination," giggles Bella.

[allthebrightest]

"They'd have so much opportunity, though! I mean, think about it! What do you do with a broomstick?"

[thaumobabble]

Bella laughs. "Me? Nothing at all."

[allthebrightest]

"Well, maybe that's why they can't flirt with you," snickers Tony.

[thaumobabble]

"That's probably the only reason they don't. I'm such a catch, everyone wants to flirt with introverted magicians who find their own toes impediments to walking," snickers Bella. "Especially broomsticks."

[allthebrightest]

"Damn right!" says Tony.

[thaumobabble]

Bella starts to say something, and then is sent to the moss again by a tree root, picks herself up, and says, "Is this all an elaborate leadup to actually picking me up?"

[allthebrightest]

"If you actually want me to carry you all or part of the way to the castle," says Tony, "then I absolutely will."

[thaumobabble]

"I would like that." Bella declines to specify what fraction of this liking is merely because the alternative is falling down a lot and what fraction is getting carried by a pretty princess who makes artful armor.

[allthebrightest]

So Tony steps up to her and scoops her up gently.