And there is the castle, and there is the -
"Skyvault," sighs Bella, diving into her hat for her specs.
"Well," says Tony, "if one of us still has to go find a husband, it should probably be me."
Bella looks at Sherlock to see what she thinks of this. Just in case anything about what Sherlock thinks of this is visible.
"Okay. Unless something particularly compelling pointing the other direction comes up in the amount of time allotted to this decision, we can go with that." Pause. "I can probably solve the technical issue, though."
"Okay." Sherlock gets a kiss on the temple. This maneuver proves reasonably complicated for Bella and she trips on the hall rug. "I need to make myself another pair of moccasins, I wasn't even this clumsy before I made them, I'm too used to them now," she mutters as she gets up again.
"Yes. And then I need to know where to get nice imitation leather for new moccasins. At least I have my sewing kit and my bead stash on me." She hops gratefully into Tony's arms.
Hey, look! Is that a guest bedroom suitable for containing a Bella?
She unpacks into it a bit. Not most of her stuff - her sleeves are perfectly serviceable for holding a lot of things - but spare changes of clothes and so on are put in appropriate locations.
"Should I start on the kitchen now or later?" she asks, when this has been done.
"All right then." She hops into Tony's arms again. "About the fake leather, when I run into someone I can ask do I need to produce money for it, or what?"
Here is the kitchen. Bella scopes it out, specs on. There is some spell residue. She guides it into her marble with coaxing murmurs and little hand motions so the space will be clear for her to work, and then she inventories the tools and all the compartments for ingredients in the cupboards and the pantry.
The kitchen is extensively but somewhat eclectically supplied. For some reason, they have six crepe pans.