She sighs. "J, partition all emails on the subject of the renaissance faire, my date thereto, and Ripper. Drop in ten typical cases for you to learn on."
J obediently empties her inbox of excess email. She reads the ten of them, answers one herself (it's about her willingness to appear at events; the renfaire is not the only place she'd be welcome) and refers the writer to her PR people who schedule her stuff so they can filter such requests. If there are going to be a lot of them, she can't evaluate all the offers herself - although she does add a tick in her schedule for updating her list of things and people she likes and would be particularly happy to appear with.
The other nine have to do with Ripper.
[Hey, you.]
And a minute later, J has been taught - she'll still get a disproportionate number of these for a while, as it calibrates, but it should be able to do most of them - and there is a knock at Ripper's door.
Some time later, they are curled up together in Ripper's bed.
He starts giggling for no discernible reason.
"What?" asks Bella, poking him in the chest and giggling with contagious amusement despite not knowing what's funny.
"Aianon just brainphoned me," he snickers. "He says he discovered tentacle porn today and he's wondering if I want to go have interesting new kinds of sex."
"I can't decide whether that is a great idea or a terrible idea, what do you think?"
"Do I even want to know where he's planning to get the tentacles? Is he going to make a tentacle porn plant, I bet he is, wow, I am going to be the proud empress of a world that contains tentacle porn flora."
"Of course you are. Please note the sarcasm in the word 'proud'. I'm not going to ban tentacle porn foliage but I would not want to be described as encouraging it."
But apparently not too hard to brainphone Aianon, who inquires by conference call a moment later, [Is there something wrong with tentacle porn flora?]
[Then I will not trouble you with it. Except to borrow your boyfriend for... experiments.]