"Alli!" she twines. "C'mere."
"You c'mere. Easier for you."
"No, you need to come look at this, seriously."
"Okay, fine, where are you?"
"Garage."
So Alli comes out to the garage. Their parents aren't home; Charlie's working, Renée is volunteering with some of the refugee kids at a shelter, trying to find which have parents who just wound up somewhere else, which need adopting, which are going to wind up coming of age adrift in the bursting-at-the-seams system. It's just them, not attending school, recovering.
"Whoa," says Alli. "So when you said you were at the garage, you meant that you were at the freakish restaurant that someone put in our garage."
"This isn't somebody's idea of remodeling," Bella says. "It's too big to be the garage."
"Do you think it's safe?"
"I think one of you should go in first, for sure."
"We don't actually know if I work that way," say two Alli voices, but Bella pushes one of them towards the door anyway.
Nothing happens.
The Allis converge, inside the bar. Bella follows.
A shimmering, glowing barrier appears in the air. "I can make planar barriers that give off light. They can be any shape I want, so long as it's two dimensional, and I can make plenty at once, so I could make almost any polyhedron, but nothing with curves." The barrier vanishes, and one shaped like a star and a glowing dodecahedron appear. "They're not quite invulnerable, but close. They're useful for platforms to stand on in midair, and shields, but also putting out fires and obstructing movement."
"Like, it's not as strong, and--If I were to, say, take an apple, and put a thin barrier to bisect it, the top and bottom halves wouldn't come off, the barrier and the apple would be sort of coexisting. And then when I dismissed the barrier the structural integrity of the apple where it had been would be severely compromised, but it wouldn't be cut."
"The logic being that if anyone was going to get killed it should be the people who would be fine twenty years later," Helen contributed. "I know there's some viruses that do it."
"Just say no to exploding exotic energy," murmurs Lorica absently, punching a random-looking array of holes in a bit of sheet metal.
"Well, that looks sort of superficial, I hope it doesn't predict the weather or anything? We can be kind of careless about injuries because we can heal each other - and we strongly suspect that if only one of Alli dies she just reintegrates into the other one, although fortunately that hasn't been tested."
"Healing sounds really useful. And yes, testing whether or not the death of one of the pair has lasting effects does sound like the kind of thing to be grateful hasn't been necessary."
"Risked it a little wrangle people into an orderly line for Bella to teleport back when we were doing evac. One of me would do the eating and sleeping and the other would shout at refugees. Could've blown any minute."
"Could you have covered an area all the way around Yellowstone National Park for several consecutive days?"