our real estate is a great investment

[cross_and_bow]

"Welcome to Sunshine," says Juliet. "And to my front porch and whatever you do don't hit the light, it'll set Sherlock on fire."

Comments

[cross_and_bow]

"Agreed. What're you going to tell them, exactly? If I were them I'd have questions if all you said was 'found her'."

[pythbox]

"I'm going to tell them that I found the Slayer, she's safe, healthy, and beginning official training immediately. I don't think they'll have many questions about exactly how we met; it's not completely unheard-of for a teenage girl to enter a high school library of her own free will."

[cross_and_bow]

"Can you get me on the brainphone to let me know if the conversation deviates from expected parameters?"

[pythbox]

"Yes, I suppose so," he says.

[cross_and_bow]

"Thanks! Hey, if Sherlock doesn't object, do you want to come and watch us beat each other up tonight? See how I'm coming along?"

[pythbox]

"Yes," he says. "If he kills me, I will be very disappointed in your judgment."

[cross_and_bow]

"He's not going to kill you. I mean, even if he decided he wanted to kill you, which he is not going to do unless you do something awful to me, I don't think he'd do it in front of Tony, or when Shell Bell's right there and could stop him."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Although I wouldn't stop him if you did do something awful to Juliet," Shell Bell adds.

Then something occurs to her. She tries Sherlock on the brainphone, in case he's awake. [Sherlock?]

[eversomuchfun]

Sleepily: [Yes?]

[pythbox]

"I don't plan on doing anything awful to anyone," says Giles.

[she_sells_seashells]

"Good."

[Were and/or are you and Tony involved in any way Juliet might find surprising?]

[eversomuchfun]

[Were. This Tony and I have been a little too busy to have any sex,] he says dryly.

[she_sells_seashells]

[Okay, but that's still something you want to consider fessing up to. As opposed to, say, waiting for your Bell to unexpectedly fall down a flight of stairs and fetch up staring directly at you in any Tony's lap, liplocked. I realize yours is less likely to fall down stairs, but. She did mention an absence of a monogamy conversation having occurred.]

[eversomuchfun]

[I will tell her at the next convenient opportunity, and before indulging myself similarly again,] he says. [Thank you for the no doubt directly-from-personal-experience warning. Feel free to mention it to her in the meantime.]

[she_sells_seashells]

[Will do if there's a suitable lull in the conversation. Mr. Giles is taking everything very well, by the way, wants to come watch you spar tonight.]

[eversomuchfun]

[Must be the drugs,] he says. [Sure, why not.]

[she_sells_seashells]

"Sherlock says it's fine if Mr. Giles wants to supervise," Shell Bell reports.

[cross_and_bow]

"Oh good," says Juliet, grinning. "I look forward to showing off for a larger audience. Not that Sherlock's not appreciative."

[pythbox]

Giles reaches into his pocket for his glasses-cleaning cloth, pulls it out halfway, and then changes his mind and puts it back.

[she_sells_seashells]

"If I wished your glasses permanently clean," says Shell Bell, switching fingers to bend, "that would probably defeat some purpose, wouldn't it."

[pythbox]

"Go ahead," he says, deadpan, "but don't tell Juliet."

[cross_and_bow]

"I heard that," says Juliet. "Waste of squares anyway. I only get as many as Shell Bell can make before we find her a door."

[pythbox]

He chuckles.

[she_sells_seashells]

"Going as fast as I can," says Shell Bell, but she pushes a little harder on her bent finger.

[pythbox]

Giles decides not to ask. Not that he doesn't have a pretty good idea.