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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[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.

[cross_and_bow]

Time passes. Juliet studies demons. Shell Bell makes squares. And ultimately the sunset timer rings.

"Well, time to head home so I can meet Sherlock at my house and give him breakfast," says Juliet. "I don't think teleporting me and my truck home would be worth the questions."

[she_sells_seashells]

"I can't teleport large objects with me anyway, unless you're picking them up, which wouldn't be very good for your truck," Shell Bell says.

[cross_and_bow]

"Mr. Giles, you want to come home with me and meet Sherlock there? Shell Bell can just be invisible and fly. Or you could meet us later at the abandoned building I want where our extradimensional guests are squatting."

[pythbox]

"If you don't mind," he says, "I think I'd rather meet the vampire after he's had his breakfast. Where's this building?"

[she_sells_seashells]

"I could teleport you there," offers Shell Bell.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet just gives him the intersection.

[pythbox]

"Thank you," he says. "When should I be there?"