She thinks it's a pretty something! She holds it in place, covered in fingerprints and glowing bright, till it holds its own shape, and then she gets up and carries it out the door and runs around looking for Grandma Marianne. Where's Grandma Marianne?
"I guess you could go by 'Princess' for now? It's not perfect, you wouldn't be the only princess at a Bell party, but I think it wouldn't be that hard to keep your family and Elspeth straight, and if you can't think of anything else..."
"So you're all blacksmith fire-witches who make flying armor?" says Glass skeptically. "Granted I don't know how to turn any of that into a nickname..."
"Blacksmiths not so much - more engineers - low-tech here? - and what is a fire witch - and yes on the flying armor, Iron Man did that."
"A fire witch is a kind of hereditary magic user, mostly having to do with fire," says Glass. "One married into the royal family a few generations back. It's a little thinned out for my wives. The little ones can handle hot things safely - Carinna likes to play with hot glass - but that's all."
"All three are honeymoon babies. Tanalin and Kiawen share a honeymoon," Glass nods at her second wife, "but didn't share living space."
Carinna and her Uncle Kanim arrive presently. Carinna double-takes at the foreign Sherlock. She is completely nonplussed by the foreign Tony.
"Sherloooock," says Carinna, because Sherlock is the mommy who can always tell what's going on, "what happened?"
"These are another Sherlock and Bella and Tony from another world," says Steel, indicating each.