"It's adorable," says the Joker, wrapping his arms around Jellybean and snuggling him. "Sweetness, you wanna get a room?"
"Enjoy," Cam laughs. He squirms around in Queenie's embrace - not trying to escape, he'd teleport to do that, but trying to get a better view of the accumulating Bells. "So. Hi, girls."
"Minus found him," says Juliet. "Recognized him right off without the bar even handing over a key first."
Queenie readjusts her snuggle for increased visibility, but doesn't let go. The rest of the pile can go acquaint themselves with Jellybean - and indeed they are.
Cam inspects auras as the other Bells trickle in, Shell Bell and Golden having been long gone with no reason to stick around through the Jokers' round of enchanting. "Quite an assortment," Cam remarks. Stella shows up a bit later, Angela a bit after that. Cam likes Angela's. "Pity the auras don't take requests, I'd like to go around looking like a benevolent deity," he remarks to her.
"I'm sure you'll get something suitable," Angela says. "When your own Joker is ready to channel for you, which could take - a while."
"I mean, as long as their respective Bells are occupied... Gosh, you really do look like us apart from the being a boy thing. Welcome."
"You all look like me apart from the being girls thing," retorts Cam. "And in one case, wings, and in another, a seriously chalky complexion and the eye color."
Her aura of cuddle flares a little when she says this.
"I don't really want to get used to a new set of limbs right now," Cam says. "This is already enough of a trip."
"None of us have opted to grow wings for about the same reason Angela hasn't opted to trade hers in for wingless flight," agrees Shell Bell.
"Sort of like why I didn't get standard-issue recall, mine hooks into my notebook," says Cam. "My notebook is sort of like a - slightly less metaphysically entwined daemon to me, I guess."
"Really," says Amariah, leaning forward and letting Path shimmer into existence now that there are slightly fewer cuddle-hazards around her. "You think so?"
"I'm not claiming Grace is my equivalent of Pathalan, but nearest counterpart, sure," says Cam. "She doesn't like anyone else to handle her, even, though she knows how to show them old algebra notes and grocery lists if somebody does. She's my only exception to that definitely-against-having-my-mind-read thing."
"I wonder," says Golden, "whether Edward would be just as uncomfortable with you as he is with the other eight of us. I suspect he might not be. Of course he wouldn't like to come here, but perhaps sometime you'll visit Aurum. Sufficient wishcoined defenses can screen him out," she adds. "Witches aren't as automatic an override of coins as ingots are."