ours is a service-oriented economy

[cross_and_bow]

A day passes. Jarvis is closer to booting up. Juliet is closer to control of her fire wand. Shell Bell is closer to actually needing that lightening feature on her coin bandolier.

Juliet asks, when she gets home after studying demons: [What, pray tell, are your findings, Sherlock?]

She has not put any blood in the microwave yet.

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[she_sells_seashells]

She can almost forget that this one isn't hers. She kisses his neck back, just a little peck.

[toblameforit]

He smiles and hugs her some more.