we are invariably pleased to welcome tourism

[cross_and_bow]

Sherlock is usually very puncutal. He's only one minute late, but that's still not quite as punctual as usual. Bella peers out the window, not yet allowing herself outright concern.

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[cross_and_bow]

"Amariah's goddesses produce results when she recites poetry at them," Juliet adds to Golden. "And on my world, there are demons-slash-deities who do the same thing - except not to me because the spells are all 'divine Hecate behold my will' and my will is invisible. Also a Power That Is showed up in my bedroom. Have a little confidence in your counterparts, we're not going to believe in divine beings without observing them to do stuff."

[luminous_regnant]

"You have to admit that it sounds a little funny when combined with the angel thing. If Angela weren't claiming divine status I'd figure 'angel' for a translation of whatever word means 'person with wings' where she's from, but adding that in..."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Is it strange?" asks Shell Bell dubiously.

[cross_and_bow]

"A little, yeah - I keep forgetting you have a funky cultural background, you seem to keep up pretty well."

[she_sells_seashells]

"I've picked up some things. I've been going to Milliways since I was six and staying as long as I could and talking to everyone and watching and reading stuff from all over. But it's an irregular cross-section," agrees Shell Bell. "And sometimes I'm not sure if something I've learned is an Earth standard or if it's someone's oddball world's thing."

[toblameforit]

Tony saunters back into the room.

"Backup's running," he reports cheerfully. "You guys doing okay? Anybody want something to eat?"

[luminous_regnant]

"I'll be fine for the next five days," says Golden.

[she_sells_seashells]

"I'd take a snack if there were one in the room but don't get anything on my account."

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet yawns. "If I stay up much longer I'm going to be in midnight-snack territory, so if something's on offer I'll eat."

[eversomuchfun]

"I expect I am more capable of finding my way around your kitchen than you are," says Sherlock, patting Tony on the arm. "Shall we investigate, dear Juliet?"

[cross_and_bow]

"Yeah," agrees Juliet.

[she_sells_seashells]

"You probably know at least as much about what I eat as I do," Shell Bell calls after Juliet.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock directs Juliet to the kitchen, which he does indeed know his way around. While he's there, he makes himself a cup of tea.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet inspects the availability, and gets herself a bowl of grapes to split with Shell Bell, and a slice of bread to fold in half around a couple slices of salami for herself, humming.

[eversomuchfun]

As soon as Sherlock's tea is poured, they head back toward the living room.

[passforsympathy]

Someone else gets there first.

[eversomuchfun]

Halfway there, at no apparent signal, Sherlock drops his tea and bolts forward.

[luminous_regnant]

A hand grabs him and holds him in midair by the back of his neck, like he's a kitten.

"What are you doing?"

[she_sells_seashells]

Shell Bell looks uncomfortable with the newcomer herself, but she murmurs, "Sherlock, this one isn't yours or mine."

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock appeals directly to Tony, and what he says is, "He had you killed."

[toblameforit]

Tony glances between them uncertainly.

[luminous_regnant]

"Let me know if at some point I should put him down," Golden tells Tony. (It's not like her arm is getting tired.)

[she_sells_seashells]

Shell Bell cannot bring herself to appeal any more on a Snow-alt's behalf.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet comes back from the kitchen with half her sandwich and the bowl of grapes, which she hands to Shell Bell. "Uh, what's going on? Golden? Sherlock?"

[passforsympathy]

"I always knew it would happen someday," Obadiah says dryly.