"I approve of all of that!" replies Juliet. "What all can you do? I bet you have a list."

"I do have a list!" says Amariah, producing her list. "Six of these are just basic blessings with no interactions and no side effects and I can do them all. Then these ones do interact and you can't have the whole set; I have a guess which you'll want but you know more about the situation than I do. And then there are some protective tattoos, which work very well and can go with anything else I know how to do just fine but they hurt to put on for a few seconds. I only know so many because my boyfriend is such a masochist."

(Sherlock grins.)

(Juliet catches that.) "I take it that's why he let you bite him?" she asks.

"You are correct! It was lovely."

"Good for you, hooray consensual biting," says Juliet. "...Wait, you said Shell Bell is...?"

"Shell Bell's dating a girl alt of Sherlock, yeah, but I'm not dating a Sherlock at all - don't seem to have one, or at least haven't run into one outside Milliways. My boyfriend is a duplicate, though, there's three of him dating Bells and one who Stella dislikes so much that she put him on an asteroid," says Amariah. "We're calling the class of them 'Whistles'. They don't have name consistency like we do. Mine is Kas and his daemon's Petaal."

"Ah-huh."

"I'll just get started on the runes for the universally compatible blessings, unless you object," says Amariah, reaching into the bag of "groceries" she brought from Milliways for the tea tree oil.

"No objections here. Er - assuming your magic doesn't have drastic brain-eating consequences or anything? I've been warned away from the local version."

"I'm planning to sacrifice a couple of rats, a live rosemary sprout, and maybe a crow and a seagull depending on which incompatible spells you pick and whether you want the tattoos," says Amariah. "Other than that no harm will come to any living thing, least of all me."

"I have to wonder where you'll get the crow and the seagull," Sherlock muses.

"I was thinking I'd go back out to the graveyard and summon them. If there's none in the nearest half-mile I can substitute pigeons," says Amariah.

"All right."

Juliet looks over the list. "I think I'm going to go with the set you picked out, with one swap. Tempting as this one about falls is. I'm not clumsy anymore," she says. "The opposite since I activated, really. I'll take the faster healing one instead. I already heal fast, but maybe it'll stack."

"Ooh, nice. I'm not clumsy when I'm flying, but I still trip over things on the ground," says Amariah. "It took me ridiculous extra remedial lessons before I was declared not a clan embarrassment with a dagger, and they had to settle for that because there's no way I'm getting up to merely below average." Oil runes are forming as she pours them in a square on the floor of Sherlock's crypt.

"The differences and commonalities between you all are fascinating," says Sherlock.

"Aren't they though? We also talk in our sleep," volunteers Amariah. "Most of us don't find that out for a while, though, someone has to actually be in the room while we're sleeping. And of course Golden doesn't sleep anymore, and Stella doesn't have to although she can if she wants."

"We talk in our sleep? What do we say?"

"Nothing bad. Nothing even related to our dreams. Completely random words, mostly nouns," Amariah reassures her.

"Shell Bell's Sherlock thinks it's adorable," says Amariah, smirking and finishing the runes. "Okay, you stand here, Juliet."

Juliet stands there.

Amariah conjures a handful of oregano with her cornucopia, and tosses it at her double, and mutters the spell. The runes and the oregano disappear.

"I also think it is adorable," Sherlock mentions.