"Even if I never sang just for coins," says Isabella, when the mass ends with a prolonged and decorated amen, "any normal schedule will have us so weighted down with them we'll have to wish them lighter just so we can move around, even me. This is more than Shell Bell was carrying already. I wonder why."
"Well, I bet you Shell Bell doesn't sing for hers," Micaiah points out. "So maybe they only make coins when they want coins, and they don't want that many."
"I guess that's true," says Isabella, reaching out to run a finger along the coin edges lined up along her chain. To her ears only it makes a musical clinking sound, although the coins are visible on both chains to both of them.
"Let's go get dinner," she says, picking him right up and sauntering to the door of the music room.
Dinner (with Serah and a pair of her and Isabella's more secondary friends, an angel boy a bit younger than them and his angel-seeker-but-very-nice girlfriend) ensues.
Micaiah spends a lot of time during the meal giving his angel soppy looks. Because he looooooves her.
After dinner, Isabella says, [I think my parents should know about Damaris-or-Zion.]
Angela giggles and ushers Micaiah inside. "I'd say Rinnah and Charles can wait, but they don't even have to," she says.
"You're a me!" he declares, grinning. "Hi, me!"
"You're -" Angela blinks at the scars. "Another Whistle," she adds. (This is not what she was going to say originally.)
"Sure," laughs the Joker, tugging on Micaiah's hand to twirl him in for a hug and a kiss.