Ultimately clothes-shopping is finished. "Do you want to think about rugs and prints and stuff, while I go check with Sherlock and ask if it's okay to get the outfits? There are no prices in this thing, I can't guess if they're in a reasonable buy-without-asking price range," says Bell.

"Yeah, sure," says Isabella, turning the page and starting to draw rug designs with swirls and blocks of labeled color.

"Thanks," says Shell Bell warmly. She takes the page with her choices written on it, and she lets herself out of the room and (carefully) down the stairs to find (her) Starks.

Sherlock is over there!

"Hi!" says Bell, hugging Sherlock. "Um, it occurred to me that Bar sells all kinds of things, including clothes, and mine are terrible and I won't have to explain to my parents where new ones came from anymore. We got Bar to give us a catalog and Isabella helped me find a couple things, but the catalog had no prices in it, so I can't just be 'oh, that's about as much as a reasonable lunch, I can probably just get it', so I need to ask, as I'm on your tab."

"Let's go and find out, then."

Bell nods, smoothing out the paper with the choices on it, and goes with Sherlock towards the Bar again. "Excuse me," she says. "The catalog didn't have any prices in it. Can you tell me how much these things would cost? In Panem money, not in shells anymore."

"Thank you," says Bell, pecking Sherlock on the cheek. "These then, please."

Bell receives a rather large stack of clothes, and also a hug.

Isabella has designed a matching set of abstract rugs to put hither and thither. "Kas helped," she adds. "He was helpful. I'm not sure what to put on the walls, though. I'm not enough of an art connoisseur to have any particularly Isabella-ish paintings or whatever that I'd like to see on the walls."

"There's plenty of walls. We can look at your ideas if you have some," Bell says. "Maybe a photo of me and you? Bar will loan us a camera. And then the others can add themselves as they come in and we can have a wall of Bells. Did I hear something about you drawing on walls?"

"Not decorations. Rune designs. I guess I could put some up if part of the idea is for it to look lived-in."

"Do you know what kind of stuff you might wanna put up?"

"In the rune design department, or in general? I might as well do some work on the alethiometer-finding here if I'm doing runes, since that's what I'm in the middle of," says Isabella. "Otherwise - pretty pictures? Bookshelves maybe, although I don't know if our budget stretches to filling them. My dad has some of Mom's embroidery on the walls of his house, from when she did embroidery, even though it's not very good. There's more in a box somewhere, I could swipe it."

"Aww," says Kas. "Do you like 'em? If you like 'em then that's really sad."

"I do like them. I couldn't leave my District without disappearing, and if they looked for me, they'd draw attention. I've been pretending to be slightly crazy for years, so. I think it was believable when I left them a note saying I'd gone looking for Atlantis, and they'll notice that even if I had supernaturally good luck with weather and other hazards I didn't take enough food or water to get anywhere. Really I walked overnight to the next town and stowed away on the train to where Sherlock and Tony live."

"'S a good plan," he says. "I'm sorry about your parents, though."

"Me too."

Petaal turns into an enormous boa and cuddles with Kas.

"If yours are like mine they'll forgive you when everything's over and you can be alive again," Isabella says in Bell's ear. Softly. Like she's trying to be Path for Bell. "Your Ranata will cry and your Charlie will rant but they'll forgive you and they'll find a way to understand."