"Okay, cool. It has other shapes, too, when I'm tromping around in jeans and a t-shirt it's just a ring, and it can be a sort of egg thing when I'm dowsing or cleansing it - although my new spell apparently doesn't care what shape it is."
"Yeah." She pulls it off her hand and it shapeshifts into an ornamental purple egg-shaped thing in a metallic casing. "Like so."
"The alien things are definitely creepy, but I wouldn't say the rock itself is, no."
"Oh yeah. They're soft and cuddly and it's not until you know they're evil that you notice they don't fucking blink."
"I think Emily was only interested in petting it because she was basically modeling it as an inanimate object."
"In case there was any doubt, they were doing the fantastic adorableness on purpose as a manipulation tactic. And boy did it work."
"But regardless of the paradoxical creepy cuteness of the aliens, the soul gem isn't, um, an impediment for its own sake. And I am also an awkward virgin, if there was any doubt."
Is that a blush? It might be. Unfortunately if there's one thing anime would not lead one to believe a magical girl might be immune to it's blushing.
"I have actually already rented a room here in anticipation of staying for a week and given the givens I splurged. Wanna see it?"
Okay. Stairs. Ascension thereof. Bella's in room 5114.
It is spacious and swanky as fuck, but in a "comfort is paramount and money is no object" way rather than a "showing off to the neighbors" way. It's done up in a palette of cream and wood-brown and burgundy. The carpet is deep and soft and may be on top of some sort of foam. There is a couch that looks like it wants to eat you in an extremely cushy manner. The bathroom, off to the left, looks like substantial portions of it could have been carved out of a single block of marble, and the bathtub (included in said portions) is huge. It is, apart from the bathroom, all one room - there is no kitchenette, no entryway, no parlor - so as soon as they walk in there is a clearly visible bed, silk-draped and king-sized and heaped with pillows.
She's got a big window, pale red-patterned curtains drawn aside. It shows exploding stars.
"...Nice place. Counterfeiting's a useful skill when no one's actually getting hurt from it, it looks like." Is that a detectable hint of nervousness in her tone? It might be.
She sits on the couch. There is no need to dive straight for the bed as though they are porn characters.
"Oh, sure. I expected as much. Milliways is a remarkably useful place for it, though."
"Yeah. I was half-expecting when I asked that Bar would object, but she pointed out that she will also just buy arbitrary objects as long as they're in decent condition and I could have just gotten the same result handing her anything else I had socked away."
"I wonder what all counts as money, come to think of it. If Emily or I held the door and the other one ran out and grabbed a handful of leaves on speculation that there was a society of Golgafrinchams newly landed on Earth somewhere, would that count, I wonder?"
"Fictional aliens from Douglas Adam's Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series. A colony ship of them crash-landed on Earth, accidentally supplanted our supposed nearest relatives as the ancestors of modern humanity, declared leaves to be currency and promptly started burning down trees to prevent inflation."