"We are cute," Sherlock decrees.

"You are cute," says Tony. "What'd I say?"

"You said we'd be cute!" chirps Bell. "You are smart." (Nuzzle.)

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww," says Tony.

"And she baked me a cake," Bell says. "I will let you have some."

...For some reason, that makes him giggle uncontrollably.

Bell grins impishly at him, then readjusts her snuggling position to compensate for any drifting that may have occurred.

Snugggggggggle.

"You are even cuter than I thought," says Tony. "I did not know that was possible."

"I'm possibly overdoing it during this part," Bell confesses. "It may settle down after I'm no longer continually polling my brain for 'what would Drugged Shell Bell do?' and then doing that."

"Well, it'll be fun while it lasts, then," he says. "I want to hug you guys. Can I hug you guys?"

"I don't see why not," says Shell Bell.

In that case, Tony hugs them!

Bell is pleased with this arrangement.

So is Sherlock.

Hugs for everyone!

Presently cake becomes available. Shell Bell shares. Parts of it cease to exist, quite enjoyably. Sherlock gets a kiss on the cheek for her trouble.

"Ooh," says Bell. "We can go see if anyone we were hoping to see again is there."

"Let's," says Sherlock.

"Yeah!" says Tony.

And in they go. Bell takes her usual first-walking-into-the-bar inventory. Any familiar faces...?

Yes!

A

few.