If there are any, they'll brainphone you. I'm not a social calendar.

He laughs. [Okay, thanks.]

[Sure,] Jellybean says cheerfully. [Can I just teleport to you?]

[Yup! I'm in my office.]

He kisses Nathan and the Joker, both on the cheek, and disentangles himself from them and freshens up his outfit and teleports to Addy with his aura still furled in case of bystanders.

Her office is otherwise quite empty; it's just Addy, a standing desk and a computer, and some random objects (glass of water, bottle of bubbly, stack of files). She looks him over, taps him on the nose and hmmms and shakes her head, and then folds her arms and looks at him expectantly.

Jellybean shrugs, and opens his aura. The scent of delicious candy fills the air.

Chomp.

He squirms and giggles.

Addy is a little more restrained than Nathan; she drinks to the point of discomfort but not distention. "Fascinating," she says. "This operates on a completely different level than the tastes of magic do. Does the exact type of sweet you - emit - change at all, ever?"

"Yeah," he says. "If I'm not flaring it just kinda drifts around between candies; when I flare it does 'em all at once."

"Can you direct it? Intensify some subset of them during a flare but not all?" she asks, tapping her chin.

"Not really," he says. "Well... I dunno. The Bells say the auras mostly aren't voluntary, but the Jokers can do all kindsa shit with them that mostly is."

"Ah, you're a little out of date on Bell auras, Golden's gives her fine shield control that she didn't notice till she tried to use it," Addy says, wagging a finger. "I don't know about the others, they're not as accustomed to indulging my curiosity. What all else can you do with it, now that I'm full enough not to get distracted and leap for your throat with it turned up?"

"All the normal Joker stuff," he says, gesturing vaguely—his soundtrack fades in with melancholy violins; his mood-aura dips to match, then brightens into giggly happiness while the soundtrack keens sadly onward. His aura of candy flavours itself pineapple, then blueberry, then acquires a hint of chocolate.

Addy attends raptly to these changes, looking like she'd eat him right up, again, if she had room.

Jellybean laughs. "I can't tell if that look is about the magic or about the candy," he says.

"Eighty-twenty," says Addy. "Keep messing with it, I want to see what else it does!"

"Fine," he snorts, and he flares the candy part. Suddenly he is an every-flavoured Jellybean.

Addy grabs his hand and bites into it, teeth not quite meeting in the middle. She just sort of leaves her jaw there, apparently to distract the bits of her that want to do eating and not science. [Carry on,] she brainphones merrily.

[Charming,] says Addy, raising an eyebrow.

Jellybean is snickering too hard to answer this intelligently.

[Are you unable to concentrate on your aura if I'm biting your hand?] Addy inquires impatiently.