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The remaining two days of the walk are much more affectionate, and also much more free of wizards and snakes than the first two days were. Somehow, all three travelers manage to not realize that Bella has not yet produced her name, even though on at least one occasion it would have been convenient for Tony to have.

And there is the castle, and there is the -

"Skyvault," sighs Bella, diving into her hat for her specs.

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"Okay. If I skimp on the seamlessness of adding new things - it'll still work, it'll just take a bit to get used to anything you bring in - then that makes having dishes wash themselves easier." Bella places a marker near the sink.

Soon enough there are little markers all over the kitchen. "Do you want multiply-opening cabinets or are you satisfied with your existing storage space?"

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"Would they conflict with any other conveniences?"

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"Cabinets can open themselves, but they can't switch between multiple compartments themselves, so it does mean that you have to manually close and reopen the doors or drawers or whatever if you need things from compartments other than the last one opened."

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"Then let's leave the storage as-is."

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"Okay." Bella counts the tokens she's placed, and pulls out a notebook and flips through it until she finds what she's looking for and checks something, and then she counts the spice jars, and then she peers into the ovens, and then she peers critically at the organization of the preserves jars, and then she inspects the arrangement of the silverware. "Can you think of any customizations you want that we haven't already talked about?" she asks, making small tick marks in various places in her notes and then nudging the placement of a glass token.

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"I cannot."

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"Okay."

Bella sits crosslegged in the middle of the kitchen. She holds her notebook up in front of her face, and recites a series of verses that is about half nonsense words and half vernacular. (The exact proportion of the two isn't perfectly clear, since some of the sequences of syllables that could be ordinary words have no clear purpose in a kitchen spell.)

Her glass tokens glow, and all of them stretch out ribbons of light to connect to each of the others till she's sitting in the middle of a web of beams.

They go dark - not all at once, but staggered, in ones and twos - and Bella grins and gets up again and starts retrieving them.

"It should have enough place-memory to already know how to help you with things you've made here a lot in the past. It'll pick up on new things much more efficiently going forward, though. You can talk to it. It's not a person, but it'll respond to the attitudes behind the words."

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"Thank you," says Sherlock, and impulsively hugs her.

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Hugs! Bella likes hugs. She hugs back.

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Hugs and kisses?

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Oooh yes please.

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Mm. Kisses.

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"I bet," says Bella, "that you could also carry me if you so chose, if there were a better room than the kitchen for us to be in right now."

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"I believe that is true," says Sherlock, and picks her up.

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Yay! Bella is developing quite an appreciation for being carried around. She tucks her head in against Sherlock's neck.

"I have honestly no idea how my parents will react when I tell them I have gone and gotten engaged to at least one princess," she says.

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"I hope they will not be upset."

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"I don't think it will be a negative reaction. Well, maybe a little, because it's very fast - they have an unusual perspective because when they got married it didn't work out. They'll probably have all kinds of questions about how I can be sure I want to marry you."

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"And how are you sure you want to marry me?"

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"I think you're pretty much as you present yourself," says Bella. "Some people aren't, but I don't think you're one of them. I like the way you present yourself. If there weren't princess-related issues lurking about I'd probably want to wait longer before getting married, and just be your girlfriend for a while first, but I'd still really like you."

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"I am exactly as I present myself," says Sherlock. "And I really like you too."

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Bella grins. "So few people are exactly as they present themselves. I have a deal with myself that I won't pretend to be anyone I'm not to myself, but I'm not always perfect about being open with everybody else. I'm not proud of all my characteristics." She sobers a little throughout the course of this utterance.

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Sherlock waits, still carrying her toward her room.

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"Like, you said I was a helpful person. I am, in the sense that I help people, but that's just because I feel like it. I don't go far out of my way to do it. It falls by the wayside if it's competing with other things I want more. I've never been able to - never been interested in fooling myself into doing anything I didn't really want. And I'm good at figuring out what I really want. It just usually includes helping people who wander by."

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"I see," says Sherlock.

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"But," says Bella, "unless my thinking turns up something unexpected, I want to marry you, and I had not really been planning on kids anytime in the immediate future but I expect I can warm to the idea, and if I manage the technical stuff I want to marry Tony too, and I want to be a queen and do all your politics for you when that is called for, because I think being an effective and decent monarch sounds like a fascinating challenge."