in which bella does not have long to think of something

[subtly_artistic]

There are more elves now. They're impatient. They ran off Bella's escort with private whispers Bella didn't hear, Bella's subtle arts are jammed again, and they're faster than she is.

Where is she -

Celo's there, there are more elves now but maybe there's someone with him or he can put Bella where he puts his stuff or something -

And this is how Bella runs headlong into the outdoor session of Mixed Melee with seventeen armed elves chasing her, and spots Callahan, and has an even better idea.

"MY WARRANTY," she screams at the top of her overtaxed lungs, "IS AT RISK!"

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[pythbox]

"I know," he says, a little smugly.

"But okay, I kind of have no idea where to go from here. I mean - I know how to love, I know how to fuck, I don't really know how to date."

[subtly_artistic]

"We are having a picnic," she points out. "It's a date if we say it is."

[pythbox]

"Awesome!"

He pauses consideringly.

"...So am I going to have to do a lot of awkward guessing about when you want to do sex stuff, or do you just wanna tell me when you feel like trying something, or...?"

[subtly_artistic]

Bella considers this.

Then she says, "How about, I tell you verbally when you can unsquint at me?"

[pythbox]

"That works," he says, grinning.

[subtly_artistic]

"Good. If it didn't I'd have to think of something else."

[pythbox]

Celo giggles.

"Hey, can I hug you?"

[subtly_artistic]

"Yeah."

[pythbox]

He scoots over to her side of the blanket and snuggles up.

[subtly_artistic]

Hugs. Hugs and truffles.

[pythbox]

Truffles and hugs! Mmm, snuggly.