[No, I'm making you a vampire 'cause I thought you'd like it. But I wouldn't have if you weren't going to wind up stuck on me, since falling in magical love with people is an occupational hazard of vampirism and can't be ruled out for arbitrary possible people until the person in question has already been identified.]
[Hey, Lazarus, did you wanna come see the endgame of the Christmas present?] Bella inquires, squaring on some clothes that they've both been doing without for the last couple days. [It is incoming.]
"Lazarus is gonna come see the fireworks," Bella murmurs.
"Mmmmmnf," says Alice, grinning slowly. "I feel like I'm gettin' run over by a train. A train that's on fire. Love you, love you, love you."
Bella magics herself immune to venom and related substances and vampire bites, and kisses him on the mouth. He is not as warm and soft as he once was, but they can freely vary that whenever they like with magic, and he's not exactly unpleasant to kiss even like so.
[The habitable part of the moon,] Bella specifies. [Third floor, coming from the stairwell second door on the left.]
"Here comes company," Bella says, tracing a line with her finger from Alice's cheek down to his flailing heart.
"He's been pouring stars for the last three days, it makes him all affectionate," Bella says, smirking.
"I... I can see that," says Lazarus. "I really can; your coins are visible from the ground floor."
"They're stars," he says, shrugging, and sidles into the room as though he expects to be attacked by the cuddle monster at any moment.
"He won't eat you. We have arranged for him not to eat people," Bella says.