Shell Bell doesn't get off the train immediately when they hit District Three. Tony has one last miserable speech to deliver, and the train will then stick around long enough for everything to be unloaded. Bell sits tight in Sherlock's compartment with the TV on, keeps her wits about her, and awaits cues from either Stark twin.
"Sorry," he calls after her.
Bell sits at the kitchen table and fidgets and says, "He'll be up in a few minutes and says we can start without him."
"You are uncomfortable," Sherlock observes.
"I told him we had something awkward to tell him but that I'd rather say it with you in the room and he just offhandedly guessed that we had sex," Bell says. "I told him that wasn't it."
"That does sound upsetting."
"A little. Caught me completely off guard. I'll be fine."
"All right. Lunch is in an edible state," she adds.
"Ooh. Where are plates?"
Sherlock indicates a cupboard. She fetches the forks herself.
Bell takes down three plates, and finds glasses too and sets those out. All the while she appreciatively sniffs the air.
It tastes even better.
"This is really good," sighs Bell ecstatically. Not even four months of non-potatoes from Bar has desensitized her.
"I am pleased you think so," says Sherlock.
Om nom nom. Bell eats steadily and happy and with pleased little noises.
Sherlock regards her with benevolent pride, in between also eating.
"How'd you go about learning to cook?" Bell asks her.
"Research and experimentation," says Sherlock.
"Lunch?" he says hopefully.
"Lunch," Sherlock confirms.
"It's really good. You probably already knew that," says Bell. She briefly wonders if the awkward announcement will put Tony off his food, then determines that to be a rationalization. "Milliways does holidays sometimes, did you know? There is one that you should avoid. The decorations are red and pink and white and lacy, and there's a symbol that looks like this -" She puts her fork down to form it with her hands. "And part of the festivities is drugging people with... I don't know, love-darts? And we got stung and fell in drug-induced love and had to sleep it off but at least I realized what was going on. And there's no good way to explain that to you but the alternative was not telling you at all which seemed like a bad idea."
"That sounds... cute yet horrifying," says Tony. "Are you guys okay?"
"Yeah. It wore off," says Bell.
He glances at Sherlock.
"I suppose it might have been cute, seen from the outside?" Bell muses. "But mostly horrifying. I burst into tears at one point. So yeah." She eats more risotto. Risotto is delicious.