"The kitchen is getting somewhat crowded," Sherlock observes. "Perhaps now is the time to move us all to that meadow you mentioned."

"Fire-flower Meadow? Are we expecting a significant number of guests?" asks Marianne, her hand hovering by a thread.

"There are a lot of me. Them and all their friends will want to come meet me and my friends," says Glass. "It's not necessary to host the resulting party in this world instead of one of theirs, but as long as we can..."

"Then let's," says the queen. She glances around to make sure she has everyone included, and then pulls on the thread.

"I can set up if you like," Shell Bell says to Glass. "Nametags and rooms and stuff. Oh, these flowers are pretty."

"Very, but they'll also set people on fire if you step on one," says Glass, "usually before an event they just all get picked."

"Oh, but that would be a shame, they're so decorative," says Shell Bell, "I can take care of that too."

"...Sounds good to me."

"Take care of it how?" inquires Marianne.

"Magic," says Shell Bell brightly. "Offworld wishing magic. I won't hurt the flowers, I can put them back how they are after."

"And what effect will you have on them in the meantime?"

"They won't burn anyone or anything," says Shell Bell. "Not literally all the guests are going to show up fireproof. I mean, Bells will, but we're a little paranoid."

"Go ahead, then," says Marianne.

"Beads?" says Glass.

"And Rose's kids are rosebuds and Angela's are cherubs. Goodness only knows what silly nickname mine will get, if and when," Shell Bell says. "If you don't like 'beads' you can pick something else; at least they're one-of-a-kind and won't go around with nametags that say 'template unnamed' till further notice."

"I can gather up my grandchildren," offers the queen.

"Awesome," says Shell Bell, grinning. "And Jane can gather up everyone else." She taps her Janegem.