But first, hugs.

Yes. Those.

Bella teleports the both of them to Soph.

Soph is indeed in the room with the bunkbeds, eating directly from a pint of ice cream. The ice cream appears to be helping.

"Hello," says Sherlock.

"Hi, guys," says Soph, when she has finished her spoonful. "Uh, how's tricks?"

Bella snorts. "Tricks are about as good as could be expected. Tony had an idea. But I'm not sure yet if I want to implement it. You know how Shell Bell forked and merged?"

"Yeah?"

"I could - whip up a custom fork, sort of, one who has the memories the spell was supposed to put in me. And splice with her."

"...That'd be. Weird? But maybe not as weird as having you not remember me at all."

"Apparently Sherlock's memories match up pretty closely, but he would've only known you since March and only through me, so. I'm looking at a bigger shift. And..." She shrugs, shifting her weight. "I don't know who I'd be shifting for. I don't know you yet."

"I'm..." Soph shrugs. "I'm not nearly as interesting as you are? I play softball," she offers.

...Juliet sporfles.

Sherlock cracks up.

"What, what'd I say?"

"I asked Tony what you were like. He said you played softball."

"Pffff."

"Seriously though."

"I'm..." Soph shrugs. "I try to be nice, I try to be smart, I'm not as - as verbal as you are, I think I'm more social, I have a bunch of school friends who don't know about magic and stuff... um, you didn't have any trouble getting me to move here, when Mom got married... I don't call them by their first names when they're not listening except sometimes to you? And I sometimes greet people by saying 'how's tricks' and I can't remember where I picked it up."

"What do you do in your spare time, besides play softball?"

"I used to be into whatever Renée was into, I'd follow her to whatever church she was going to or work on whatever craft she was halfway through. Lately I've mostly been just doing - school stuff, hanging out with my friends, listening to you talk about all the demons you're meeting."

"What do you want to do when you grow up?" asks Bella.

"I haven't decided! I dunno, it always looked like I'd wind up working for you in some capacity, right, but I really don't know, maybe I'd like to be a journalist."

"Did you ever talk to James about working for me in some capacity?"