"He's not gonna ask you if you care, he's gonna ask you if it's a good idea, can I bite your hand again?"
This one is not terraformed. It's just a rock.
[Still talking to Golden. You can come talk to us too if you want.]
"Hey, Jellybean," says Cam, putting an arm around Jellybean's waist and tugging him over. "I don't think you actually met Golden, I think you were off doing your own thing by the time she showed up to have a look at me. This is her. Golden, this is my Jellybean."
"A pleasure," says Golden, and Edward, behind her, nods once with a neutral expression on his face.
"Addy? Yes. Both of those things. Also completely amoral and only barely kept under control by the fact that she can get access to more interesting magic by keeping me happy than otherwise, so thank you for not attempting to grant her access to any of yours, I would have had to have words with you or asked Elspeth to do so."
"I do hope you can forgive me for wanting to keep the supply of power to the wildcard who once opted to have my daughter tortured under strict control," says Golden dryly.
[Yeah, I get it about Edward, I would've left long ago if he could read me but he can't. You could ward up against that too. Unless you want me to read your mind. And even then the standard option comes with a workaround for wards.]
[As far as I can tell, he's Golden's extremely beloved radio.]
[But like, absurdly beloved, she lets him read her mind sometimes and that's a really big deal for Bells. So there's that.]
[No, not really. All the Bells seem to have a sort of polite incomprehension about what any of us see in templates that don't match our own significant others, except maybe Amariah, so she's probably just filing this under "apparently that's something that Bells with Jokers get used to". If Edward has any reaction to anything that isn't whispering in Golden's ear I haven't seen it.]