Bella likes all her teachers okay, and also the orchestra conductor and her soccer coach. Life is good.
He spends the rest of that morning immersed in clothing design.
At last, a few hours past lunch, he twirls in front of the full-length mirror in his sewing room. Layers and layers of long, pointed fabric petals flutter with the movement; delicate, glittering fabric wings quiver behind his back.
That seems likely to make about the right first impression.
"Hi!" she says, greeting him with a hug. She avoids messing up his wings in so doing. "Alice, this is Janine. Janine, this is my boyfriend."
"Hello it is nice to meet you is that my dress," says Janine, yoinking the package out of his hand and tearing it open.
It is, indeed, her dress: sky-blue, demurely high-necked and low-hemmed, with elbow-length sleeves and slightly puffed shoulders and a faint pattern in the fabric that hints at clouds.
"It's perfect," she gushes, hugging it to her. "Thank you thank you! I will pay you, just a moment." She lays the dress down carefully on her bed and digs out her wallet.
Bella conjures an extra helmet in the stairwell - [You left yours on Tegu, you have one because of course you don't usually get around by flying,] she coaches - and they go out to her bike. She zooms them along to the garden, which is indeed full of interesting plants, including cactuses and other things unheard of in Forks.
[Mm... dunno,] he says, and starts thinking of vague mental images. He kind of likes that thing his wishcoins do, where they're flat glossy black unless you see them out of the corner of your eye, and then all of a sudden there's colours. Possibly that is too magical to use for a pretending-to-be-normal bike, though.
[A little bit. I was thinking a bolder color scheme for you anyway. If I mess with the finish it could look different colors from different angles? Not traditional but hardly magical; they do it for advertisements, something to do with ridges on the surface.]
They finish looking at the pretty garden in due course, and then hop on Tegu back towards school, and duck into the door into Alice's basement when no one is looking. Janine, even if she sees Tegu, will probably just think they slipped off somewhere to make out. (Which might also wind up being true.)
The exposed piping is all black and arranged to look like it's got a rainbow sheen of oil over selected parts. Seen from the front, the surfaces - not those underportions but the carapace - look brilliantly red, fading pinker towards each edge, like someone shot the bike in the middle of each panel and it bled very carefully. Seen from the back, it looks blue fading to sky-cyan, and viewed directly from the side both colors muddle to purple-lavender. It's bulkier than Tegu, it looks more like a spaceship than a cat, but it's low to the ground and glimmers with every saccade of the eye.
[Ta-da!]
Bella thinks, and produces one. Leather won't do the same different-colors-from-different-angles thing, alas, so the jacket has red-fading-pink in its various parts, accented blue, and the pants are blue accented red, similarly. Dark purple gloves and boots with stitching in both other colors. It is exactly the right sort of garish.
[How boring are the rich people?] Bella asks consideringly. [Like, as far as you know they really aren't that interesting, or, they're some unknown mix of old and new money and maybe some of them run awesome companies but you hold them in general contempt?]