"One time, okay, it was just - I wasn't planning on two of my alts having married two of his and four more dating them, okay?"
"You didn't tell me!"
"No, I didn't, it was just going to be a one-off, and for the love of sunshine and rainbows don't spread it around any farther, okay?"
"I won't, but the Joker totally knows."
"Ugh."
"Well, not for sure, but he suspects, and not just because most of you are doing most of him."
"I think your grammar implies a little too much."
"Whatever, you know what I mean," laughs Lexi. "So what're you going to do?"
"I," says Bella with dignity, "am going to think."
And she teleports to a spot in midair, high up to the point of being a speck in the sky above Forks to any grounded observers, and she murmurs "flight" as she begins to fall, and she stands in place in the air.
And she thinks.
+Brilliance?+ she asks after about half an hour.
Bella can only hug back with one arm. The other is busy conveying forksful of pie to her mouth.
"I conjured it, I didn't cook it. Jokers cooking is a thing, apparently. And I can see why, because food is awesome."
"Huh. I can cook, but if conjuring gets results this good I don't see myself bothering very often."
"The Joker says it's fun!" says Brilliance. "I bet he's right. Maybe I can get him to teach me sometime."
"I think - that your idea will close the gap, like I said, if you're going to predictably get there at some point, and boy does that ever feel like a weird thing to be predicating a potential relationship on..."
"So yeah, if we have a plausible substitute Thing With Capital Letters - I could deal. If you want."
Brilliance conjures a nice big picnic blanket. To stop them from getting all sandy while they cuddle.
Cuddlesssssssssss cuddles are the best. Well, no, but they are one of many best-things. They are really great, is the point here.