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.

Comments

[allthebrightest]

Yeah. That.

Smart Bella.

Mmmmmkisses.

[thaumobabble]

[calendarofcrime]

Someone begins making breakfast nearby.

[thaumobabble]

Bella notices, because she has ears, and she looks up and smiles at Sherlock. "All's well," she reports, and then she kisses Tony again.

[calendarofcrime]

"I had noticed," she observes dryly.

[thaumobabble]

"Well, I could have been deceitfully seduced, but in fact I was not. Unless there is some deeper darker secret in ignorance of which I am yet operating."

[calendarofcrime]

"You could not have been," says Sherlock.

[thaumobabble]

"You don't think so? Because Tony would not deceitfully seduce me, I imagine. I haven't gotten a lie detection spell to work without prohibitive bugs yet."

[calendarofcrime]

"Yes."

[thaumobabble]

"Good. Deceitful seducers probably aren't nearly as kissable." Kiss!

[calendarofcrime]

Sherlock laughs.

[thaumobabble]

When breakfast is ready, kissing must pause in the name of eating; Bella puts her robes and hat and belt on too as long as she's not-kissing.

She is eyeing the princessly breakfast speculatively, but they still could easily not have enough food for a third person, she doesn't know.

[calendarofcrime]

"You may have some," says Sherlock.

[thaumobabble]

Bella has some!

"Ooooommmmm this is good," she says. "I can't wait to see what you can do with a proper kitchen. A proper enchanted kitchen."

[calendarofcrime]

"It will be spectacular," Sherlock agrees.

[thaumobabble]

"I guess if I marry even one of you I will wind up moving into the castle, huh," observes Bella.

[calendarofcrime]

"Very likely."

[thaumobabble]

"I wonder how hard it would be to convince my entire house and garden to pick up and walk there. I made them myself."

[calendarofcrime]

"That I do not know," says Sherlock.

[thaumobabble]

"Would that be objectionable, if I could manage it? I don't know how carefully ordered the grounds are and whether a magician house would unwelcome. I could possibly just also fold most of my rooms into the enchantment on the interior door, and then install the door someplace convenient in the castle, and have a majority of house with a minority of work."

[calendarofcrime]

"I expect you will need to discuss the details with Mother."

[thaumobabble]

"That makes sense. I'll hold off on making plans, then."

When everyone is through breakfasting, Sherlock gets a kiss too. She has kissed Tony a great deal more than Sherlock so far. This cannot be allowed to last indefinitely, can it?

[calendarofcrime]

Kisses! Kisses are nice. Sherlock is pleased.

[thaumobabble]

Excellent. Pleasedness all 'round.