"I do," says Bella. "But most people don't do what I do."

"How do you know?"

"I know how all the parts of me work 'cause I catch them when they do stuff."

"Hmmm," says Feral. "That is interesting."

"Yup!"

He giggles.

Bella takes out her ACAAMCC literature and looks at it. "I wonder how many clubs there are here."

"No idea," says Feral. "What's that one?"

"Charitable Crusade. One of them came by Potions and took our water purifying elixir to send to Burma."

"Huh," shrugs Feral. "Good for them, I guess."

"I thought so, that's why he gave me this."

"So are you gonna join?"

"Maybe. I want to know more about all my options, I can't be in a million clubs."

"There's not a million clubs here, I'm pretty sure," snorts Feral.

"Then it probably won't take me that long to learn all about them," says Bella.

He giggles.

It takes about five seconds for the door to open. Sherlock looks somewhat rumpled, but considerably less haggard than he did this morning.

"Hi!" says Bella. "Tony wanted me to hug you for her. Are you feeling better?"

"I would not object to secondhand hugs," he says, summoning up a smile. "And yes, I am."

She hugs him. "Oh, and," she says, "you missed dinner, I brought you some cookies, I didn't see anything else I was sure would keep." She produces a napkin with several oatmeal cookies, mostly broken, and hands it to him. "If you wind up keeping a funny schedule instead of working something else out you maybe want to keep snacks around but for today I thought they might help." She sets her schoolbag down on her chair and sets about changing into her pajamas.

"Thank you," he says, and he eats the cookies.

Bella finishes changing and says "You don't need the light on, do you?" as she flops into her bunk.

"No."