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 snuggles up just about as comfortably as she does with her own Tony.

[toblameforit]

And he cuddles her just about her comfortably as her own Tony would.

[she_sells_seashells]

"It is a consistent feature of Tonies that you are snuggly," she announces happily.

[toblameforit]

"We are!" he agrees, beaming.

[she_sells_seashells]

"Am I distracting you excessively from installing cameras?" Shell Bell asks. And she's been forgetting to make squares for the last couple of minutes, too; she maneuvers so her hands are together and she can bend her thumb in a way it does not like.

[toblameforit]

"I can take some time off to snuggle you," he asserts.

[she_sells_seashells]

"Okay." She makes no further objection, just snuggles and makes squares.

[toblameforit]

Mmmmsnuggles.

Absently, he kisses her shoulder.

[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.