Juliet sticks out her tongue at him.

"I think it's a good thing I didn't bring Edward with me," Golden remarks.

"Stella's notes do mention that he's weirded out by other Bells and our significant others," says Shell Bell.

"Yes, I saw," says Golden, coming to the end of the filled-in book and picking up the pen. She writes in a profile and returns it to Juliet.

"We haven't really discussed terminology," muses Juliet. "It's mostly just been kissing and some discussion of kissing."

"When I met Amariah, she and Kas weren't dating," says Shell Bell. "Yet."

"Well, let's discuss terminology," he says. "Unless you'd rather save that for another time."

"Now's fine. D'you wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Why not," he says cheerfully. "Do you have a plan for disclosing this label to your father in a way that won't make him likely to shoot me again?"

"Doing it in broad daylight and not telling him where you live, so he has a few hours to calm down," says Juliet dryly.

"Charlie took Edward being my boyfriend just fine. He was less calm about it when he found out we'd eloped. And not particularly sanguine about the vampire thing."

"My Charlie already knows Sherlock's a vampire. He watched him fight off a pack of demons that tangled with the cops, and shot," Juliet explains.

"Ruined a lovely coat," says Sherlock. "Granted the coat was already covered in demon blood."

"What should I call our world?" Juliet wonders aloud.

"Hell-Orifice," Sherlock says flippantly.

"No," says Juliet, snorting. "I think I'll go with Sunshine."

"Worlds are harder to name than ourselves," says Shell Bell. "Of course, I didn't even pick my nickname, everyone's been calling me it since I was eight."

"Easier with a theme," comments Golden.

"What's wrong with Hell-Orifice? I'll bet you what you like that neither of their worlds has one," he says, gesturing to the two non-Juliet Bells in the room. "Whereas they almost certainly have sunshine, damn the luck."

"Because I don't want to say 'hey, why not come hang out with me in Hell-Orifice for a while', and also the Hell-Orifice is a specific location within the world in general," Juliet says, writing up her profile on the page after Golden's.

"It's ironic," volunteers Shell Bell.

"You have the sunshine thing?" Golden asks Sherlock. "That sounds inconvenient."

"If by 'the sunshine thing' you mean that certain frequencies of ultraviolet will in sufficient concentration light me on fire, yes," he says. "Yes I do, and yes it is."

"Being on fire is not fun," says Golden. With a slight hint of inside joke and an adjustment to her hair, shorter than Juliet's or Shell Bell's.