+...Huh. I might - I mean, if some of the feelings are no and they're going to stay that way, then it doesn't work, but otherwise that might close the gap.+
+Some of the feelings are no right now but I don't think they're going to stay that way forever.+
+They're kind of related, I guess. Some of the feelings are no because I'm still a little scared of you, but I don't think they'll be no forever because I don't want to be scared of you and I don't think I have good reasons to be scared of you - I mean, I have really good reasons to be scared of people in general, but you're not people in general and I don't think you'd ever hurt me when I was asking you not to.+
Bella says, "What kinda pie is that?"
There is a stack of empty pie plates next to the one he is partway through consuming.
"Where the hell are you putting all of that pie?" Bella snorts.
"It goes in my tummy and turns into mana!" says Brilliance. "I'm not biological, remember?"
"You can turn infinite amounts of pie into mana. Wow. Okay," snickers Bella. "Can I have a slice?"
Although he has been eating straight out of the dish, so serving herself one might be a bit of a challenge.
She manages to take one out of the middle of the remaining pie, and takes a bite. "Peach," she identifies, "and jesus fuck this is good pie."
Bella can only hug back with one arm. The other is busy conveying forksful of pie to her mouth.
"It is the greatest of pie!" she says, heedlessly talking with her mouth full.
"I conjured it, I didn't cook it. Jokers cooking is a thing, apparently. And I can see why, because food is awesome."
"Huh. I can cook, but if conjuring gets results this good I don't see myself bothering very often."