"I think I will. Do you know who all's likely to be in such a delegation besides me, or do you not pay attention to that kinda thing?"
Further snuggles ensue, then Bella asks, "What were you making when I interrupted?"
"I can see why a glowing dagger would be a useful combination. I'm not sure how a dowsing one makes sense."
"What usually becomes of the stuff you make, when it's not for Sherlock?"
"All appropriately labeled, I hope. I can think of situations where it would be bad to be surprised by a glowing-in-the-dark dagger feature."
She laughs. "Yeah, of course. And we keep the enchanted weapons separate from the ordinary ones, anything else is just asking for trouble."
"Of course," Bella agrees. "Oh, darn it, I forgot to ask your mother about whether I could have a look at the sword. I suppose once I'm done with my moccasins and I'm ready to leave whenever the delegation does it will be a better time to inquire."
"I wonder if the fake leather's here yet. He did say it wouldn't be long." Nuzzle. "I'll go check."
Then Bella's off to sew herself a new pair of shoes.
Bella gets out her moccasin pattern and has just started marking where she'll need to cut when it occurs to her that it's dinnertime, and she's probably allowed to eat with her fiancée's family.
She goes down to the kitchen, since she knows where that is.
"I can join the family for dinner, right?" Bella asks. "And how's the kitchen behaving for you?"
"The kitchen is lovely. I adore the kitchen. Yes, you may join us for dinner."