"Thank you," Bella giggles. "I can't believe I just never thought to introduce myself. You never asked, either."

"I knew who you were."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't need to name you to anyone. You were right there."

"Yes, I suppose if we'd been more than three of us it would've come up."

"Yes."

"Well, now you know. And my middle name is Mariel, if that ever matters."

"I will remember it."

"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."

"They are both pretty."

"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.

Sherlock is nodding!

"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."

"I support this plan."

"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.

"Want me to carry you?"

"Yes. And then I need to know where to get nice imitation leather for new moccasins. At least I have my sewing kit and my bead stash on me." She hops gratefully into Tony's arms.

"Palace staff of some sort?"

"Yeah, them."

"All right. Any names I should be learning in that department?"