"Anywhere comfy where I can reach you," shrugs Isabella. Her seagull squawks unhappily and voids on the kitchen floor. "There's no call to be rude, it won't save you," she tells it.

"I paint you both, then I say the words and kill the bird," says Isabella.

There is a convenient space for Petaal beside Kas - on his right, even. Petaal takes it.

And Kas and Petaal curl into each other and kiss happily.

"There. Please don't be reckless about testing its limits," says Isabella, going to toss the gull in the firepit. "I can point you to scholarly papers on the subject if you're that curious."

"Mmhm," Kas says agreeably. He'd use more words, but kissing.

"Mmmmmmm," says Petaal.

"You know, I got an inkling of this when you didn't want the no-pokey-talons blessing way back when, but how far does it go? I don't think most people would get tattoos recreationally," Isabella remarks.

Kas pulls away from the kiss long enough to say, "Goes far enough that we haven't found where it stops."

"Ooookay," laughs Isabella. "That'll keep Metis off my back for a while if she starts pestering me about curses even after I've killed a guy." Pause. "By the way, killer-dance-moves magic - I think should generally be a secret. I'm already occasionally theatrical when I do other spells, I'll start throwing in random movements where they aren't needed and then if she sees me doing it to different effect she won't know it's special."