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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[she_sells_seashells]

Shell Bell nods.

[cross_and_bow]

Meanwhile, Juliet turns to Golden. "Do you mind if I try socking you in the face to see what happens to my hand? If my hand survives the experience and I don't need one of Shell Bell's squares to fix it I might want to try sparring with you, later, when we're not all thinking about variously recent death."

[luminous_regnant]

"Go for it," shrugs Golden.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet throws a punch. Golden doesn't dodge, so she catches her square in the face; Golden doesn't budge.

"Square please," Juliet says to Shell Bell, cradling her hand. It heals; she shakes it. "Well. Now we know."

[toblameforit]

"Hi, guys," says Tony, walking into the room. He's carrying a duffel bag. His eyes are red, the lashes clumped. "The backup's all set. We're good to go."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Do you want more hugs?" Shell Bell asks earnestly.

[toblameforit]

"Yes," says Tony. "More hugs would be awesome."

[she_sells_seashells]

More hugs occur.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock walks in during same.

"Are we ready to leave?"

[cross_and_bow]

"I think so," says Juliet.

[toblameforit]

"Yeah," says Tony, stepping back from Shell Bell with a small smile. "Thanks."

[poeticterms]

Jarvis opens a door to Milliways.