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[her_imperial_radiance]

It is after the very first Bellparty.

"Dad never comes to these," Elspeth tells her grandma. "Too many strange Bells. If there were strange Edwards, Mama might have trouble with them too, but there aren't so far. But I can reintroduce you now, if you'd like."

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[queensidecastle]

"Thank you!" she says cheerfully.

Nom nom.

[prima_sequentem]

Helpless giggling over here.

[luminous_regnant]

Bella's pretty amused too. Edward is cracking a smile.

"I have very wispy memories even of you, Mother," he says. "How old was I when Chris died?"

[prima_sequentem]

"Twelve. Train derailment," says Mother.

She assumes that he already knows the wispiness of those memories could be alleviated, and can decide what he wants to do about that in his own time.

[luminous_regnant]

He nods very slightly in response to this thought.

"Are you a witch - do you have a magical power?" Bella inquires of Chris. "The Eos one has; I'm not sure how closely to expect templates other than my own to match."

[queensidecastle]

"Up until I was just resurrected, I did not know that magical powers were a thing," says Chris.

[luminous_regnant]

"That doesn't rule it out, but it does make it less likely," muses Bella. "I didn't know I had mine until I met Edward." Pause. "He reads minds, by the way."

[queensidecastle]

"Of course he does," she snorts.

[luminous_regnant]

"I didn't while I was a human," Edward puts in.

"Some people's powers appear from scratch on turning, some get stronger," Bella raises her hand, "some are basically unchanged but can be used more effectively by a vampire than they could by a human."

[queensidecastle]

"It does not surprise me even a little tiny bit that Lizzie's kid turned out to be a mind-reader."

[luminous_regnant]

Edward laughs.

Bella smiles. And says, "And we have a daughter. Would you like to meet her?"

[queensidecastle]

"I would!"

[her_imperial_radiance]

Presently Elspeth appears in response to brainphoned summons; Jacob is trailing her, as unobtrusive as he can be at his height. "Hi, Chris, welcome to one of many lands of the living. I'm Elspeth."

[queensidecastle]

"Hi, Elspeth! Who's your barnacle?"

[her_imperial_radiance]

"This is Jacob. He's my wolf. Barnacling is a thing wolves do sometimes," says Elspeth.

"Humph," says Jacob without heat.

[queensidecastle]

"I can see I've got a lot to catch up on," says Chris. "But first things first: how do I make cookies appear out of thin air? Because that is a kind of magic I want."

[luminous_regnant]

Golden gives her a little bracelet of glowing golden squares and triangles. "Wishcoins," she says. "These are small ones. A square will conjure a non-magical object. Triangles do smaller things. Flick lightswitches without having to get up and so on."

[queensidecastle]

"Ooh, shiny."

[luminous_regnant]

"I'm glad you like them."

[her_imperial_radiance]

Mine look like this, Elspeth adds, with illustration, but don't let on, it upsets Jake.

[queensidecastle]

Chris raises an eyebrow at Elspeth.

[her_imperial_radiance]

Wolves get extremely protective of their imprints, and wishcoins are made out of pain. Not much, for little ones, but enough to bother him. Oh, this is my witchcraft - you can answer [like this.]

[queensidecastle]

[Magical,] says Chris.

[her_imperial_radiance]

Yes, very!

[queensidecastle]

She conjures a cookie. She eats the cookie.

"I could get used to this," she announces.