And lo, a picture of Jellybean in full mahou shoujo garb. "There lots of these running around?"
"Ah, you have hit upon the Bells' most common companion. The individuals are Jokers; the collective is a deck. Handy fellows to have around. I believe there were eight at last count, not all connected to Bells."
"Wow. Okay. And I am the only boy Bell. They're going to be all over me. I'm not sure if it's Christmas or Armageddon."
"Perhaps it can. And there's more of you too, huh? I'm going to need to see a list at some point." He tucks Grace away into his bag. "Get everything written down."
"There is such a list, as it happens. Fair warning, I am the only Sherlock who is likely to flirt with you. Shall we go find my girlfriend?"
"Others only like girls or something?" asks Cam. "I think I'll have enough to deal with if there's eight more Jellybeans. And yeah, let's go meet your girlfriend. What's her name? Belinda, Arabella, Isabelle, something like that?"
He opens the door.
"I guess if I'm the only boy I can just carry on going by Cam," says Cam.
[Dear Juliet,] he says by brainphone, [I found a Bell!]
Here's Juliet! She steps through the door. "Yeah? Where is she?" she asks, bouncing on her toes.
"...Okay, that's new, how do we know you're an alt and not just a coincidentally named brother-type?"
"They are till we meet the peal and make 'em redundant by hexing up perfect recall," says Juliet.
"His notebook is named Grace," Sherlock chips in. "She is magical in some way."
"She's particularly well-loved, and I've warded her and everything, but everything talks, she's just particularly cooperative 'cause she's mine," says Cam. He takes Grace out and pats her. "Don't worry, you're not redundant," he soothes in Speech.
"You're talking to your notebook," says Juliet. "In a weird language."
"You could talk to yours if you were a wizard. What are you instead? I'm getting a general impression of some kinda magic."
She flares aura.
"Oh, me? I'm just a mint-enchantress-Slayer-incipient empress-manager of the afterlife who wears a multidimensional goddess 'round her neck and dates a vampire."
"Oookay, I feel like I should be terrified, but I think I should be asking how I can get in on some of that action."
Sherlock picks up his girlfriend's hand and kisses a flicker of flame between her knuckles.