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Bella inventories the staff. She uses power from her marble, not because she's drained or needs a lot but because she's hoping to coax the staff into being helpful.
She finds two minimally useful divinations in the hour she's allotted to this project, and she takes an extra hour to wheedle them into knitting together, infusing a spare lens, and accepting power from the marble and only when looked through instead of from the staff and continuously. She puts the new lens - now a dark amber color - on the arm of her spectacles, and tests it out. Yes, she can see the staff calling for magic and her protections and the forest denying it with enough gentleness that it doesn't simply die. She feeds the staff a little personal witchery - she doesn't want it to die before she can really get to work on taking it apart - and then wraps it up and puts it away.
She goes looking for Tony.
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"I can see why a glowing dagger would be a useful combination. I'm not sure how a dowsing one makes sense."
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"All appropriately labeled, I hope. I can think of situations where it would be bad to be surprised by a glowing-in-the-dark dagger feature."
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She laughs. "Yeah, of course. And we keep the enchanted weapons separate from the ordinary ones, anything else is just asking for trouble."
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"Of course," Bella agrees. "Oh, darn it, I forgot to ask your mother about whether I could have a look at the sword. I suppose once I'm done with my moccasins and I'm ready to leave whenever the delegation does it will be a better time to inquire."
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"I wonder if the fake leather's here yet. He did say it wouldn't be long." Nuzzle. "I'll go check."
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Hooray!
Bella gets out her moccasin pattern and has just started marking where she'll need to cut when it occurs to her that it's dinnertime, and she's probably allowed to eat with her fiancée's family.
She goes down to the kitchen, since she knows where that is.
Bella gets out her moccasin pattern and has just started marking where she'll need to cut when it occurs to her that it's dinnertime, and she's probably allowed to eat with her fiancée's family.
She goes down to the kitchen, since she knows where that is.
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"I can join the family for dinner, right?" Bella asks. "And how's the kitchen behaving for you?"
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Bella leans on the door of the kitchen and watches it behave itself for Sherlock. "It smells good," she observes.