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.
Bella smiles back. "So, me, valuable lesson on sharing, done, cue cute repeat of the overture theme."
Bella does not even collect her non-sleeping-in clothes first, she just traipses (clumsily but not falling-over-ly) Tonyward and plops down beside her and kisses her.
Snuggle snuggle kiss Bella's gonna marry at least one princess and this is pleasing and kisses are pleasing and snuggles are pleasing.
Kisses kisses kisses normally Bella would be trying not to get too into this when Sherlock might reappear at any moment but under the circumstances she supposes few things could possibly matter less.
Bella notices, because she has ears, and she looks up and smiles at Sherlock. "All's well," she reports, and then she kisses Tony again.
"Well, I could have been deceitfully seduced, but in fact I was not. Unless there is some deeper darker secret in ignorance of which I am yet operating."
"You don't think so? Because Tony would not deceitfully seduce me, I imagine. I haven't gotten a lie detection spell to work without prohibitive bugs yet."