"Ayep. Me and Sherlock managed to sleep through most of it, and I found it useful - I was straight, they gave me the material to go straight-with-an-exception - but it was awful. I cried."

"Hey, I'm sorry," he says awkwardly.

"Not your fault, I'm just warning you, run if Milliways is decorated for Valentine's. I'm fine, now."

"Consider me warned."

"Good good." Pause. "Hey, I should probably apologize - I didn't know where you were, so earlier, I just teleported to the-place-you-were, invisibly - I have to specify a unique location or I can't go anywhere. I wound up in your bedroom, but I left to outside the house right away and talked to Jarvis. I don't know if he told you or not, but he noticed me, invisibility notwithstanding."

"Yeah, he mentioned," says Tony. "We're cool as long as you didn't take pictures."

"I didn't take any photos, but I have perfect recall," says Bell.

"Then we're cool as long as you don't draw any pictures," he amends.

"Or conjure them?" laughs Shell Bell.

"As long as pictures do not come into existence in whatever form," he says, snorting.

"Sure. If my Tony or my Sherlock ask, though, can I show them you? Not upstairs, but just -" She waves her hand at him. "Like so. Maybe Tony wants to know what he'll look like in twenty years if he doesn't quit aging before then."

He laughs. "Sure, that's fine. Show him the goatee."

"Will do," Shell Bell grins. "-D'you want to see pictures of them? Or lifesize three-dimensional illusions. Same size coin to do either, squares'll do conjuring or illusions either one."

"Why not," he shrugs. "Might as well go for the better special effects."

Square! Illusions! She includes all the ones she's met, just for fun, standing grouped, and points around. "These are mine, and this is Juliet's Sherlock, who's a vampire, and this is another pair from a world without a Bell in it, that's the Tony that copied their Jarvis for Juliet's Sherlock to bring home, and this is another vampire Sherlock from another world, who does have a Tony at home but he wasn't there when I met him, and this one unlike the other vampire one has his soul attached still."

"...That is more of my nineteen-year-old face than I have ever seen in one place at one time," he says, blinking.

Shell Bell laughs. "Well, I think most of the Sherlocks are technically younger. Since they're clones except for mine. The Tonies who cloned them did at age twelve and the Sherlocks caught up to look the same age and then slow down in two years."

"...Kiiiind of jealous now," Tony admits.

"You should be, Sherlocks are awesome," says Shell Bell. She can't really hug an illusion, but she's looking at hers like she wants to.

"I have no idea what doing it at your age would wind up looking like," Shell Bell says frankly. "You might not even get a Sherlock; maybe Sherlock is only what you get if you clone yourself when you're twelve or have a twin naturally, maybe you'd get some complete other personality for a clone you made now. I'd suggest putting you in touch with Juliet's Sherlock so he can have a complete set, but he's pretty attached to Juliet and she's sort of a superhero in her world and really oughtn't leave, and you're probably pretty attached to here, and besides there'd be two Jarvises which could be weird."

"...And I would also feel awkward filling in for a dead me," Tony points out.

"That too," Shell Bell acknowledges. "The relevant Jarvis was pretty even-keeled about it as far as I could tell, but I guess that's a little different? Also the worlds are closer neighbors -" She gestures at the relevant cluster of Sherlocks and the one displayed Tony. "These three all seem to have the same kind of vampire, similar magic systems, that sort of thing, my set's the odd one out in more ways than one. All the Bells are from very different worlds. The most similar pair are Stella and Golden, who had identical histories until they were seventeen, moved in with their versions of our father, and Stella encountered magic like what I have now and Golden encountered a different kind of vampire."

"There are a lot of vampires in this story," Tony observes.

"Yeah, there really are. Stella thinks Golden's kind is neat so she turned her boyfriend into one." This is punctuated by illusions of all three named parties - Stella, Golden, and Alice. "This guy's template also crops up a lot. We call them Whistles - bells and whistles, it's apparently a saying some places? - and three of us have them."