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Here is a house.
It is pretty and trim and green-and-cream and really ought not to be able to hold itself up like that, and yet here it is, somehow defying the laws of architecture. It is surrounded by a neatly bordered garden of ornamental and useful plants of all sorts: here vegetables, there herbs, there spell components, there rows of flowers.
There is a sign out front. It says only: Magic. Not, Beware, Magic or Magic Emporium or anything like that. Just: Magic.
Sitting on top of this sign is a cream cat with smoke-dark points of color on each paw, his ears, and his face and tail.
All in all, you could be forgiven for thinking that a witch lives here.
thaumobabble
thaumobabble
"Are you likely to finish thinking about it before I go to sleep? I need to calibrate my impatience."
thaumobabble
"Okay then."
Bella writes this plan down.
She ruminates a little further on pros and cons, and then she puts her light away, and her notebook, and shucks excess worn objects and snuggles down to sleep.
Then she sits up again.
"D'you want a goodnight kiss too?" she asks shyly. "Since you did just about propose to me and all."
Bella writes this plan down.
She ruminates a little further on pros and cons, and then she puts her light away, and her notebook, and shucks excess worn objects and snuggles down to sleep.
Then she sits up again.
"D'you want a goodnight kiss too?" she asks shyly. "Since you did just about propose to me and all."
thaumobabble
Bella retrieves her light so she can walk carefully over thataway and plant a sweet kiss right on Sherlock's mouth.
thaumobabble
Oh yay!
But Bella does presently pull herself away, smiling, and go back to bedroll.
"Duck lily flute broomstick nightshade," she mumbles into her pillow a few moments later.
But Bella does presently pull herself away, smiling, and go back to bedroll.
"Duck lily flute broomstick nightshade," she mumbles into her pillow a few moments later.
thaumobabble
"Okay. Last night I asked if I would be learning a valuable lesson about sharing, and -" Bella pulls out her notes to jog her memory. "She said that you do often feel like kissing people, and that didn't sound like it was a complete answer to me, and she said she had to think, and we decided I should ask you about it in the morning?"
allthebrightest
"Yeah," Tony sighs. "She said. That's probably something you should know, when Sherry doesn't know how to say something, she hides until she figures it out."
thaumobabble
"Okay. So, do I just - wait till she does figure that out, or are you going to tell me, or what?"
allthebrightest
"How to say it is not my problem," says Tony. "Whether to say it is. Okay... how good are you at secrets?"
thaumobabble
"...I write things down, but my notebooks are pretty well protected and mostly not interesting to anyone else, and I can not write things down if you need me to. I'm fine at not telling secrets but I'm better at lying by omission than outright."
allthebrightest
"Okay. Fine," says Tony. "The secret is, you will be sharing us with... each other."
thaumobabble
Bella blinks.
"I don't think I need to write that down to remember it," she remarks after a moment.
"I don't think I need to write that down to remember it," she remarks after a moment.
