[I am fond of pesto!] says Tony.

[Sounds like fun,] says Sherlock.

[I'm in more of a marianara mood, does that disqualify me?]

[Not a bit. As long as you want to go on water slides and stuff.]

[Do you want to go on waterslides, love?]

[I think I would like to go on waterslides. Do we know a good place to teleport in at a water park or are we driving?]

[Let's drive. If Tony wants to drive. D'you want to drive?]

[I always want to drive.]

[Good, 'cause, if you didn't want to drive, we'd have to expect that the sun was about to turn into bees and the water in the water park was all going to spontaneously boil off, since, apocalypse, and then Bella couldn't come since she'd be running around fixing the apocalypse.]

[But in fact he wants to drive, so I can come. I'll meet you wherever you are in a minute.]

[Awesome,] says Tony. [I hate it when the sun turns into bees.]

[Yeah, that's a messy cleanup job, there.] She appears where Tony is a moment after Soph does.

Tony hugs Soph.

Hugs! Bella lets her sister take shotgun.

Which Soph does. After hug, because hug.

The water park is watery and parky! There is a lot of descending significant distances rapidly without any of the controlled sensation of hexed flight. Soph looks very fetching in her white-and-pink bathing suit with her hair all bedraggled, and she whoops unrestrainedly when the various water park rides fling her about. And has to cough up water once or twice.

Bella is also fetching but less pink and less whoopy. Fun is, nonetheless, had.

Sherlock is extremely fetching, not even slightly pink, and hardly whoopy at all. But he does giggle quite a bit.

Tony is moderately fetching, pink in the face if not in the shorts, and whoops with the best of them.

Both of the Swans present think their respective boyfriends are the fetchingest and their amounts of whooping the most correct. It is a good arrangement.

After they have all been on everything, and the best things twice and the very best things three times, Bella says, "Italian food, yes?"

"Yeah!" whoops Tony.

That is cute. Tony gets nuzzled. "Pestoooooo!"

"Marinara," counters Bella. "Poor Sherlock. You could probably hex it if it is a hardship."

Spaghetti. With meatballs.

Spaghetti with meatballs sounds perfect.

Pesto gnocchi it is!

"Awwwwwwww."

"I like to think so," he says, grinning at her.

Tony starts giggling.

"What?"

"Nothiiiiing," snickers Tony.

[Tony has a fine-tuned sense of when I am thinking about sex,] Sherlock explains to Juliet.

Soph starts laughing, not because she has any idea what's going on but because Tony is and he's contagious.

[Well, that's good to know, I suppose.]

[He can also probably guess that you were the cause.]

Tony decides to save his food until after giggles, because doing it the other way never ends well.

Om nom nom.

Nom nom. "I have such fond thoughts about pesto. Pesto is such a good thing."

"I love you," giggles Tony.

"Awww!"

"Awww," Sherlock agrees.

Tony hugs Soph.

Hugs! Hugs hugs hugs. She has a Tony and she loves her Tony.

Also pesto. Soph also loves pesto.

Tony loves pesto too! But he loves Soph more than he loves pesto.

If Soph had to give up pesto to keep Tony, she would make a show of agonizing, and then she would keep Tony! Luckily she does not have to do that. She can have Tony and pesto. At the same time.

"You guys are too cute to be allowed in public."

"Aww, but I want tiramisu."

"Then you should have tiramisu!" says Tony, snuggling her.

"But Tony, we're not allowed in public, we're too cute. We're about to be ushered out of this restaurant by the cuteness police and they don't have any tiramisu in cuteness jail."

"I am too cute for cuteness jail," Tony declares. "They wouldn't even take me."

"Maybe they have to put bags over our heads. I bet that's how they do it. They are a specialized jail and know how to deal with the likes of you and me."

"We could totally be cute even with bags over our heads."

"Now that is an assertion that needs testing," says Sherlock.

"This sounds like the subject of a cute indie short film. Two people with bags on their heads being adorable. There would be no dialogue but the title would be in French and there would be background piano."

"We could hold hands," says Tony. "And cuddle."

"While the room slowly fills with teddy bears," says Sherlock.

"Les Sacs Mignons," intones Bella, playing an imaginary piano.

"Are we generating the bears or attracting the bears with the cute?"

"Generating them," says Sherlock. "They just appear out of thin air."

"We could actually make this short film. If the credits were anonymous and we had bags on our heads no one would know how to track down the suspicious special effects!"

"We should totally make this short film," says Tony.

"Yes. Les Sacs Mignons, coming soon to an Internet near you."

"That is just even more adorable, you are going to be America's most wanted cuteness criminals and you'll have to flee to Mercury and then you'll probably just play board games with my minions and it will be even cuter, you are not allowed."

"We are too allowed," says Tony, "you just try to disallow us, look," and he hugs Soph some more and leans his head on her shoulder with the most terribly sappy expression on his face.

"Careful, she is totally the Empress of She Hasn't Named It Yet," giggles Soph, but then she is peppering Tony's hair with little kisses.

"I laugh in the face of empresses," says Tony, nuzzling Soph's shoulder. "Adorably."

"The most adorably. So adorably. That's why I adore you, probably."

"If I order you a tiramisu will you eat it and give the cute a break? Because it would attract attention if I torched of preciousness overload right here in the restaurant."

"I should actually eat some food," says Tony. He commences doing that, which sadly necessitates un-snuggling from Soph a little bit.

Soph is a fast eater. Her fondly-thought-of pesto gnocchi is all gone. She checks the dessert menu for anything to supplant tiramisu, but nothing better catches her eye.

Bella wants a cannoli.

The boys go for gelato.

The girls steal tastes!

And they are welcome to do so.

Welcome tastes are just as tasty as nefariously stolen tastes.

"Perfect," says Sherlock. And grins at her.

[We can let them drive back by themselves.]

Tony takes one look at Sherlock and volunteers to stick around and pay for the food.

"That's very kind of you."

"Yeah, you never really got the appeal of cars, did you."

"It is true, I have never done that thing."

"So me and Soph can drive back, and you and Sherry can... not do that."

Soph looks at Tony. She looks at Bella. She looks at Sherlock. She starts giggling to herself.

Bella rolls her eyes. "Well. Off we go to somewhere not under observation. Splendid waterpark-and-Italian idea, Soph, thank you."

"For teleporting," says Soph gravely. "Must not teleport in front of people. That is certainly what you meant. Yep."

"Indeed we mustn't," says Sherlock.

"Come on, you," snorts Bella, and she takes Sherlock's hand and heads for the restaurant bathroom alcove. They don't have to actually enter either bathroom to be unobserved for the time it takes to port into a Jarvis.

Good. Very good. Best.

Mm. Tasty Juliet.

The very snuggiest! Mmm. Snuggly.

Snuggles snuggles snuggles. "I looooove you."

Kisses. Yes. Always, always kisses.

Snuggly kisses! Sherlock is in a snuggly mood.

Such moods are contagious. Sherlock can be a pillow. A kissable snuggly pillow.

Very kissable. Very snuggly. Very pillow.

Very very very. Mmmmm.

So very snuggly. And cozy. So cozy.

Cozy cozy cozy. Cozy and warm and snuggly.

Cozycozycozzzzzzzzzzzzz.

When she wakes up from her nap, Sherlock will also be awake. And snuggling her. Cozily.

She yawns awake mid-word ("bubbles") and gives him a little kiss on the cheek. "Hullo. I've fallen asleep on you before but I don't think I've ever been around you asleep, what with nocturnalness and then magic."

"I had trouble sleeping around people even before I was nocturnal or magical, actually."

"Really? Huh." Snuzzle.

"I could manage it if the person in question was Tony, but I didn't prefer to. Didn't even like having Jarvis watching. Now I mostly just don't sleep, which avoids the whole issue."

"Makes sense. I love you."

"I love you too."

Snuggles and love.