"...Should we not be doing this while Queen Whatserface is here," wonders Kas, "in case she looks in through the window and decides Isabella should be killing somebody and makes a big fuss?"
"She's not our queen. If we couldn't convince her it was all right it wouldn't necessarily ruin everything. But maybe you should draw the blinds."
Amariah updates them all on her progress in getting rid of the queen periodically. She finally manages to shoo her, and the obnoxious pardalote, after an hour and a half, and then she lets herself back into the room.
"Ugh," she says, "I am so sorry."
"He may have backhandedly accused me of seducing your boyfriend away from you," Sherlock remarks. "Didn't seem keen on the spread of immortality, either."
"Eugh, no wonder the Manitoba clan is such a mess," says Isabella, shaking her head, "she's awful, I hope she's got one sane daughter plotting to take over after she gets the wrong end of a cursed arrow or pines for one too many husbands. I think she left convinced of my - harmlessness, at least, you're right she doesn't think much of the project so I talked a lot about problems I don't have solved yet. And didn't explain about motion components. I know that if you have any designs on my boyfriend they won't lead to him leaving me, don't worry," she says with a weak smile.
"At the moment my designs on your boyfriend mainly involve cuddling him," says Sherlock.
"I can see that." Isabella pets Path, then flops into the cuddlepile.