"Even I've never planned to single-handedly take over the entire world."

"I do have, you know, help," says Bella. "And precedent, precedent too."

"Well," says James, "count me in."

"Nifty," says Bella. "So what are you good at, besides, now, punching things?"

"Math," she says. "And finding out what other people are good at."

"That second thing sounds distinctly useful for any form of scaling up," says Bella. "How do you go about it?"

"Natural talent," she says. "Not, hah, magic or anything. I'm just good at figuring people out. You, for example, are an okay candidate for world domination, or I'd be trying to talk you out of it."

Bella grins at her. "I'm glad you think so. I'd be frightfully difficult to convince otherwise, considering how the multiversal evidence stacks up."

"I could probably convince you to get behind a better candidate," she says. "If I had one. Which I don't."

"Exactly," says Bella. "So, I don't need to sleep anymore, but it's getting late over here, do you want to schedule to pick this conversation up later or anything?"

"...Is 'make me not need to sleep either' an option?"

Bella consults her invisible coin bandolier. "It is," she says, "but if you're going to want more than, like, five powers on that order of significance I'll need to break to go home and manufacture another batch of wishes."

"Keeping the Watchers off my back is a higher priority."

"Okay. I'm not sure if they've found you yet - they might not have started looking; my dad arrested the one who killed me and he might not have had a chance to report to his colleagues yet." She waves a hand vaguely as she wishes on a hex. "If they haven't found you yet, they never will."

"Well, thank you," says James. "Would you rather give me magic sleeplessness powers and start talking about your plans for world conquest, or head home and pick up later?"

"I could give you magic sleeplessness powers, put you on the telepathic network, go home, and introduce you to my friends, including my Watcher, an unusual specimen in not being utterly morally bankrupt, and a couple more technically dead people."

"I think that's a great plan," says James.

[Ta-da! Brainphone! You can put up busy messages if you don't want to be disturbed, according to any algorithm you like. Works in text and speech both.] "Chris, do you want in on the telepathy too?"

"I think I'll pass for now."

[Catching up with Tony,] says Sherlock's busy message.

[Giles, you awake still?]

[Yes...?]

[Found the new Slayer, gave her the rundown, hid her from the Watchers, she'd like to help me take over the world, wanna talk to her?]

[Why not.]