Bella is hanging out in a Jarvis - the familiar one - handwriting a nonaggression proposal-slash-bribe. Has to be handwritten. Damn fussy demons. At least it's okay for her to conjure rather than personally harvesting the weird ink she's supposed to use.
"I think I'm out of things to say. I just need to think, I guess, and - meet Soph."
Bella teleports to Mercury, for lack of any better ideas.
[Talked to Tony,] she reports to Sherlock.
[He had the idea of wishing up the Bella who you guys all remember, and pulling a Shell Bell therewith. I'm thinking about it.]
[I've already done something similar, although I didn't instantiate the extra self first.]
[I'd have to, I can't just edit my memories. How's the - pseudomerger - treating you?]
[Better than any of the altrnatives. A little strange. The two continuities correspond remarkably well.]
[So I wasn't that different? I'd expect to have been different. More Aurora-y.]
[I guess the spell was trying to be conservative about making changes and sacrificed a little realism, if not enough for you to notice it.]
[I invite you to argue with your proposed fork about how realistic she is.]
[Do you not have fabricated memories of hearing me talk about - I mean, I would've compared and contrasted with Aurora, did I counterfactually say anything about that?]
[You did. Apparently your parents picked favourites and that was the key difference.]
[I guess that'd do it. I don't like it, but at least it's not what Aurora got.]
[Which parent now remembers liking me noticeably less than Soph, or didn't I say?]