[Hey,] says Stella to all three mints. [I wanna talk to all of you. You busy?]
[Well, let me know when I should quit reading Alice's mind, then.]
Not yet - they're all cuddling up in Sandy's enormous bed. Mmm, snuggly.
Stella beholds Sandy's architectural handiwork, contentedly flying about and peering into Alice's happythoughts.
And now he is visiting Sandy's brain, and Stella should probably stop looking now unless she wants to watch Anna try for a niner.
Doesn't especially. Bella backs off and continues touring Amalthea.
And he is really good at designing three-dimensional objects.
Cool. Bella starts debating names for a city of the undead. She'll probably put it on a different continent from Olympus. The Downsiders might have a hard time integrating and should be allowed to do it at a comfortable pace for everyone. Maybe she'll call it "Brightside" or something like that. Is that too twee? Maybe it's too twee.
[Well, if you really must, I suppose I'll live. And I might want to be able to explain it to my counterparts' assorted minty helpers.]
[I think the methodology is pretty much 'intensify your pain processing by a factor of ten or so and then tell six sadists to go to town'.]
[Oh, is that all. Thank you for the protective layer of abstraction.]
[I shall claim you as a point of pride in my portfolio the next time a bunch of Bells all get together and compare empires.]
[I'm actually surprised we haven't started explicitly holding contests yet. I guess that wouldn't be fair to the ones who are just starting out.]
And that's the end of that conversation. [You gonna try one, Alice?]