a city and a mint who sleep very little between them

[self_composed]

Bella bikes to the airport on Friday. She gets a little reading done on her flight, then sleeps-on-purpose through the remainder of the trip, waking up precisely when the plane touches down. One nice bonus that she didn't even explicitly build into the power is that she can sleep at will in virtually any position; she doesn't have to get comfy if that's not convenient.

She steps off the plane, backpack full of her things over her shoulders, and stalks into the halls of LaGuardia, eyes peeled for Libby.

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[self_composed]

"Or it doesn't work on me," Bella acknowledges.

[prima_sequentem]

"Or something," she repeats, but she's smiling again.

[self_composed]

Bella smiles. "I like it when spying does not work on me."

[prima_sequentem]

"I can tell," says Libby.

[self_composed]

Bella laughs. "And you don't know who my stalker-or-friend-or-whoever is either, so it doesn't work on them either. So I guess the answer to the question about how your mint finder works is not all that well, if it fails on names for forty percent of mints it can even find."

[prima_sequentem]

"Feel free to make a better one."

[self_composed]

"Might, but. It hasn't been a priority so far," Bella says.

[prima_sequentem]

"Oh, right," she says. "You're not worried about strange mints destroying the world. Not even the sinister ones."

[self_composed]

"I'm not completely insensate to the risk, but have not yet decided to appoint myself Chief of the Secret Police."

[prima_sequentem]

"Good to know."

[self_composed]

"Do you have any plans for the world besides not-blowing-it-up-or-letting-anyone-else-do-so?" Bella asks.

[prima_sequentem]

"Not particularly. Why, did you want it?" she jokes.

[self_composed]

"That would be the most epic Christmas present of all time," snickers Bella.

Because she thinks "yes" would be the wrong answer.

[prima_sequentem]

"Maybe in a few years, when you've demonstrated the necessary level of responsibility," says Libby. "Planets are like puppies that way."

[self_composed]

"What's my goldfish-equivalent, then?" Bella asks.

[prima_sequentem]

"Good question. Any suggestions?"

[self_composed]

"Australia," deadpans Bella.

[prima_sequentem]

"There is the slight problem that Australia already has a government."

[self_composed]

"That does seem problematic. Oh well. I'll let you know if I think of anything else."

[prima_sequentem]

"You do that."

[self_composed]

"Mars," suggests Bella idly.

[prima_sequentem]

"If you want Mars, you can have Mars."

[self_composed]

"I wonder how squares are at long-distance conjuration, I haven't played with that really," muses Bella. "Could put a flag on it so I can prove I was there first if pesky astronauts appear."

[prima_sequentem]

"They have a range limit, and Mars is past it. You'd have to bump it up a notch."

[self_composed]

"Good to know. What is the range limit?"