"I wonder if me's keep running things where they're from, not because we're power-hungry, but because we're just easily annoyed by how things are run and have - well, not counting me - decent luck."

"It occurs to me that your luck may have just improved."

"Because you can get me to the capital and I can point my stick at stuff?" Bell asks. "I don't think that alone will help. I need to know more, have a look at stuff, maybe talk to your brother about building some things."

"Naturally," says Sherlock. "Would you like to meet him?"

"Yeah, but we don't know how the timelines work. And I can't really saunter into District Three. So unless he gets a lot of time off to visit shell-collecting clamdiggers on his Victory Tour..."

"I was thinking that I would leave you holding the door while I go and find him," she says. "It would not be long. Both the door and Tony are in our house."

"Oh, is that how that works? I suppose it must," muses Bell. "Okay."

Sherlock stands up.

Bell goes with her to the door, and holds it.

She steps out.

"Shell Bell," replies - Shell Bell, letting the door go.

"That's cute," he says, grinning. "So what's the deal?"

"Bell has expressed a tentative interest in helping me overthrow the Capitol," says Sherlock.

"Gotcha," says Tony. His friendliness doesn't exactly vanish, but it is definitely serious time now.

"But there's not enough to work with yet. I have a stick, and I don't think it's Capitol-overthrowing material, although it could be part of a plan to accomplish same," says Bella, leading them back over to her booth and sitting them down. She flattens her sign to the table so it won't be visible from across the room. "We need more stuff. Tech they don't have, magic nobody has."

"We can have all the tech we want if I can figure out somewhere to put it," says Tony. "Our house doesn't have the tools to manufacture anything big, and the places that do are watched closely enough that even if they couldn't catch me lifting the merchandise, they could catch me covering my tracks. Plus transport is a problem. Less of one now that we've got the bar, but still, problem."

"What about little things?" Bell asks. "How are you at miniaturization?"

"Pretty fucking good."

"I don't think there's a reason to prefer big stuff. Does your house get searched regularly or anything?"

"Nope," he says with great confidence. "And I'd know."

"There you go. Build tiny things in the basement." Bell closes her eyes. "I know - very little about how technology works. I've learned a lot here, but it's all scattered from a thousand universes. I don't know what the state of the art actually is in Panem. Because they don't tell us. Because we don't need to know it to operate boats. What kinds of tiny things could you make in the basement?"

"...Limited kinds," he admits. "Like I said, I don't have the tools. I can make tiny things that will blow up much bigger things. I can make tiny communication devices. I can make... I don't know, what do we need me to make?"