And there is the castle, and there is the -
"Skyvault," sighs Bella, diving into her hat for her specs.
"The second thing," says Bella. "Possibly not both right away, given the probably-a-minor-technical-issue around succession."
Tony snorks.
"Take your time," the queen says, amused. "You can stay in the castle while you get to know them. There's room."
"Thanks, Mom," Tony adds, and she takes Bella's hand. "C'mon, wanna go find somewhere to put you?"
"Thank you," Bella giggles. "I can't believe I just never thought to introduce myself. You never asked, either."
"I went by Mariel for about three months in school. I thought it sounded more witchy, and I hadn't yet quite realized I could do more than just witchcraft. It didn't stick. I like Bella better."
"You're pretty." Pause. "Do either of you have an opinion on who definitely marries me and who has to wait for technical innovation and maybe doesn't marry me if I can't do it?"
"Well," says Tony, "if one of us still has to go find a husband, it should probably be me."
Bella looks at Sherlock to see what she thinks of this. Just in case anything about what Sherlock thinks of this is visible.
"Okay. Unless something particularly compelling pointing the other direction comes up in the amount of time allotted to this decision, we can go with that." Pause. "I can probably solve the technical issue, though."
"Okay." Sherlock gets a kiss on the temple. This maneuver proves reasonably complicated for Bella and she trips on the hall rug. "I need to make myself another pair of moccasins, I wasn't even this clumsy before I made them, I'm too used to them now," she mutters as she gets up again.