"Hello again," Bella says cheerfully. "We made spaghetti and an evil cake."
She takes her accustomed seat, as does Alice. Hilary sits beside Mrs. Hammond.
Bella places the last fork and sits down. She splashed a little sauce on her hand during the cooking process - earning her a triangle and an early taste - and she knows exactly how nice this is going to be.
"You're the best, Hilary," Alice declares after his first bite.
Hilary beams. Smugly. "I know."
Bella giggles around a mouthful of spaghetti and nods enthusiastically.
When all plates are empty and no one is eyeing the pot for seconds, thirds, fourths, or fifths, Hilary gets up to go fetch the cake. Contrary to last time, she serves it right at the table, which means everyone gets to request the size of their slice.
"Judith?"
Mrs. Hammond eyes the cake with mild trepidation. "Ooh, just a little one, please."
"There you go. Laney?"
He measures out dimensions in the air that amount to twice the cake his mother got.
"Done deal, you glutton. Bella?"
"Mmm... I can take some home, you said. So somewhere between those two sizes."
"Your wish is my command," says Hilary, causing Alice to giggle uncontrollably.
Bella takes only a moment to grin at Alice before taking her first bite of cake. And oh, it is an evil cake.
Hilary takes a slice about the size of Bella's and sits down again.
"This is the best thing," Bella announces.
"It's pretty fucking good," Alice concurs. His mother rolls her eyes, but doesn't caution him about his language.
"How much of it can I bring with me?" Bella asks. "I'm sure my dad will love it too."
She finishes her slice and looks at Alice to see if he's still working on his.
"Up we go again?" Bella asks. She doubts that rules about asking to be excused apply when Mr. Hammond is gone.
With a general wave, he departs the table. "Have fun," Mrs. Hammond calls after them, to a snort from Hilary.
Back in the privacy of Alice's room, Bella says, "I shouldn't stay very late. Charlie'll worry. But let's think if there are any more urgent pentagon-level things to do besides the necklace. And..." She takes off one of her shoes and peels back her sock, revealing accumulated triangles. She puts them with the others.
"Nice," says Alice, perching on a corner of his bed. "Okay, so what kind of stuff would be urgent?"
"Well, for example," Bella says, "it might turn out that the cipher is really complicated and takes me weeks to crack, or heavy-duty magic that I'm not currently ready to generate. You might want the pentagon for emergencies during that time. I'll give you some squares and triangles either way. In case you need them," she adds softly.
"Mkay." Bella closes her eyes. "I wonder if the triangles can make any amount of progress on the cipher? If so I can probably do the whole thing with a pair of tweezers pulling out leg hairs or something. I honestly know nothing about cryptanalysis." She picks up one of the triangles that she brought into existence near her foot, and pulls out Elias's book and turns to the cipher/map.