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]

Shell Bell giggles and goes to see what Tony's up to rather than be some kind of supervisory third wheel.

[toblameforit]

Tony is upstairs, installing cameras.

[she_sells_seashells]

"How goes?" Shell Bell asks. "Also, Sherlock and Juliet are even more adorable when he's been recently bitey."

[toblameforit]

"Pretty good!" he says cheerfully. "Yeah, I don't doubt it. Why, are they getting kinky down there?"

[she_sells_seashells]

"Just snuggling and making sappy faces at each other and kissing, now, and if they were up to anything else I'd expect not to know what it was and to be asked not to come back into the room. At this point Juliet looks pretty much at him like I look at mine, but don't hand her a mirror or anything, I couldn't stop blushing for an hour after I read the visual of me the first time. The biteyness happened on the beach without me there, and as far as I know that's all that happened."

[toblameforit]

"That is cute," he says. "I'm glad it's going so good with them."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Me too. I was starting to feel kind of outnumbered, all those Bells with Whistles instead. I will pick Juliet for my team if there is ever a massive Bell pickup oysterball game in the backyard at Milliways."

[toblameforit]

...Tony giggles.

[she_sells_seashells]

"I miss mine," she sighs. "And my Tony, too, him I haven't seen in longer, me and Sherlock went by ourselves to Angela's and stayed a couple of weeks, Tony was asleep when we tried to ask if he wanted to come..."

[toblameforit]

Tony hugs her.

[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.