[I mean if it changes from this kind to another kind.]

[I doubt it. Anyway, they don't just up and fuck you, you have to ask nicely first.]

[I feel so much safer.]

[Well, it's Aianon,] he says.

[Maybe the enchantment just knows we're not sitting down to have dinner,] he laughs. [I am kind of hungry, though. For something other than you.] Nibble kiss.

[I'm not very filling,] she giggles. And she conjures up a few baskets of assorted fried things, ranging from breadcrumb-dredged avocados to plain old seasoned curly potato fries to churros.

It is good and fried (in the sense of results, if not the process of its creation) and actual. Om nom nom.

Bella brushes it away for him. Nom. Kiss. Snuggle. Nom.

Mm. Yes. This is a good date. Bella is a good girlfriend.

[This and that. Writing some more songs. I think I'll do another photoshoot with the clowns sometime soon.]

[The clowns,] chuckles Bella. [Any ideas for sets so far?]

[Not yet. But I'm taking suggestions. Anywhere in particular you want to see me naked?]

[Oh, everywhere. You could take a few pictures here,] she suggests, [maybe angled so you can see you and also the Milky Way through the roof.]

[I like that plan,] he says. [Want to take some pictures?]

She grins. [You don't think we'll get distracted?]

[I'm sure we'll get distracted.]

[Aha. Well then, why not?]

She does in fact take several photographs before becoming irretrievably distracted.

"Sure," she laughs, "if we can disentangle ourselves. I do not wish to appear naked on your album cover."