She laughs.

"Maybe I'll fill my garden with poisons. Pretty ones."

"If you want me to stay out of it you could just say-"

"Aw, I wouldn't want you out of it! I just like the idea of a poison garden. Can't use it on anyone, but, you know, nice to have."

"If your garden is made out of poison I'm not going near it. For your information."

"Even if it's just poisonous if you eat things?"

"Though since I don't breathe I could have a poison gas one... Inside with good air filtering, of course."

"It's called a sense of caution, which some of us were born with. Though I quite understand if it's a difficult concept for you to grasp."

"Never heard of it!" she says, cheerfully.

"Exactly."

"If I had a tongue I'd be sticking it out at you right now."

"I'll do my best to imagine it," she says gravely, and closes her eyes.

About ten seconds later she opens them. "Think I got it."

She pokes her sister.

"Are you doing it again? Hang on a second-"

"You know I can pick you up when you're being a brat now, right - "

"I was hoping you'd forgotten."

She steps forward, reaching to scoop up her sister -

She practiced enough with the prosthetics now to dance away, out of reach.

Bellona giggles and steps forward again, faster.

She can try.

She is perfectly willing to chase her sister through the halls.

It's all fun and games unless the dog gets involved.

Fortunately, the dog's outside! (For now, at least).

Bellona has a pretty big advantage here in not getting tired.

They can at least explore the manor first. At speed.

Yeah! It's a pretty big manor, and if they're careful they even won't knock too much stuff over.

Certainly nothing irreparable.

Being alchemists is so handy like that.