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."

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[cross_and_bow]

"Yes, do let's," agrees Juliet.

And they go, and she plays with fire.

[eversomuchfun]

She's so lovely when she does that.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet does notice the way he's watching.

When she's starting to flag from fatigue, she kills her dancing fireball and seizes him for a kiss.

[eversomuchfun]

Mid-kiss, he says, [Later tonight I will research the addiction potential of pleasant biting.]

[cross_and_bow]

[Oh good. Because then we will know, and knowing is half the battle. The other half will be getting past Amariah's bayleaf.]

[eversomuchfun]

[Which I've done,] he says cheerfully.

[cross_and_bow]

[Oh yes, I suppose her boyfriend probably has one. Then the other half will be getting a reasonable block of privacy without Shell Bell winking at me.]

[eversomuchfun]

[Impossible.]

[cross_and_bow]

[Well, possible, but only if I actually ask her not to wink at me, which would be just as bad really.] Mmmm kisses. [She's probably winking right now in spite of the fact that I've got my eyes closed.]

[eversomuchfun]

[Learn to ignore her,] he suggests. [Or wink back.]

[cross_and_bow]

[I suppose. ...Hey, is Tony putting Jarvis-cameras everywhere...?]

[eversomuchfun]

[Yes. If you don't want him watching us, you can ask him not to look.]

[cross_and_bow]

[And he won't, as opposed to just pretending not to but actually doing so anyway. I've barely met him, perhaps I wouldn't ask that if we were old friends.]

[eversomuchfun]

[And he won't. Any room without cameras and sound pickups is a room he cannot enter; he prefers to have as few of those as possible, but is willing to leave temporarily on request.]

[cross_and_bow]

[That's fair. Does he usually come with moving parts - little robots - or does he just be a house?]

[eversomuchfun]

[He is a house. He doesn't like the idea of having little robots.]

[cross_and_bow]

[Why not?] They're not kissing any more, just hugging - snuggling-standing-up, more like - and brainphoning. Shell Bell has been flying around, cackling at her own speed, since the fire wand practice concluded.

[eversomuchfun]

[Ask him. Perhaps he'll tell you.]

[cross_and_bow]

[I will when he boots up. What's the ETA on that?]

[eversomuchfun]

[Soon. A few more days,] he says.

[cross_and_bow]

[How're you feeling about that?]

[eversomuchfun]

[Honestly, I have no idea.]

[cross_and_bow]

[That sounds uncomfortable. I wish I could teach you to do what I do. I'm not sure how well it'd work.]

[eversomuchfun]

[To do what?]

[cross_and_bow]

[To figure myself out. I do more than editing my Slayer instincts, I would also never find myself unsure how I felt about something as long as I had a few minutes and a notebook.]