Bella takes that as a no. "Okay," she says, nuzzling Tony's neck.
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.
"Huh. Well, it's not going to throw off the spell or anything." Bella starts placing little glass droplets as markers in key locations around the kitchen. "How often do you acquire new kitchen equipment?"
Soon enough there are little markers all over the kitchen. "Do you want multiply-opening cabinets or are you satisfied with your existing storage space?"
"Cabinets can open themselves, but they can't switch between multiple compartments themselves, so it does mean that you have to manually close and reopen the doors or drawers or whatever if you need things from compartments other than the last one opened."
"Okay." Bella counts the tokens she's placed, and pulls out a notebook and flips through it until she finds what she's looking for and checks something, and then she counts the spice jars, and then she peers into the ovens, and then she peers critically at the organization of the preserves jars, and then she inspects the arrangement of the silverware. "Can you think of any customizations you want that we haven't already talked about?" she asks, making small tick marks in various places in her notes and then nudging the placement of a glass token.
Bella sits crosslegged in the middle of the kitchen. She holds her notebook up in front of her face, and recites a series of verses that is about half nonsense words and half vernacular. (The exact proportion of the two isn't perfectly clear, since some of the sequences of syllables that could be ordinary words have no clear purpose in a kitchen spell.)
Her glass tokens glow, and all of them stretch out ribbons of light to connect to each of the others till she's sitting in the middle of a web of beams.
They go dark - not all at once, but staggered, in ones and twos - and Bella grins and gets up again and starts retrieving them.
"It should have enough place-memory to already know how to help you with things you've made here a lot in the past. It'll pick up on new things much more efficiently going forward, though. You can talk to it. It's not a person, but it'll respond to the attitudes behind the words."
"I bet," says Bella, "that you could also carry me if you so chose, if there were a better room than the kitchen for us to be in right now."
"I have honestly no idea how my parents will react when I tell them I have gone and gotten engaged to at least one princess," she says.