#warrior nun headcanon

[alterumsinealterononest]

Season 2, Episode 1

Ava is significantly drunk so she flirtatiously keeps calling Beatrice "princess"

Beatrice: i am NoT rOYaLtY

[the0fi]

this one time beatrice tells ava that her childhood friend, harry, had called her and invited them to dinner to catch up with bea after so many years. when they get there and meet him, ava freaks out because bea forgot to mention that her childhood friend harry is actually her childhood friend prince harry

[comingupforblair]

Warrior Nun headcanon

Ava decides to catch up on films, shows and video games she never had a chance to enjoy growing up and eventually decides to start a YT channel to show her reactions which gets really popular due to her enthusiasm and skill at media analysis, even if she doesn’t always get exact terms right

Beatrice has watched every episode although she can’t watch any where Ava cries as Bea can’t stand seeing her cry, even if it’s just in response to a film. She often leaves sweet comments, some of which Ava is embarrassed by but also really loves.

Lilith claims to find the whole idea stupid but secretly watches and loves it and occasionally lets slip out details that she could only have gotten from watching. No one can prove it but they’re fairly certain one of the accounts who always leaves really nice comments is actually Lilith

Mary joins in on occasion as she also missed out on a lot of stuff growing up and pretends to be annoyed by Ava’s commentary but can’t help but smile at her puns. Mary also confesses to Ava that she can’t watch scary films but has never said anything because it’d ruin her tough image. Ava swears to keep it a secret and she does.

Camila has guest appeared on a few occasions and fans absolutely love her. She especially loves watching Disney films, Tangled being her favorite, but is also surprisingly a big horror fan, particularly the Scream films with Kirby Reed being her favorite character from the whole series, and has a really diverse taste in films, naming The Princess Diaries, Clueless, Heat and Casino as being among her favorites.

Father Vincent and Mother Superion join in on occasion though Vincent regrets letting Ava watch The Exorcist as she now insists on shouting “the power of Christ compels you!” at every demon they battle

[whatimdoing-here]

WARRIOR NUN | Ava calling Beatrice, "Bea"

Request from my @commander0fmyheart but who wouldn't want it.

[janadoesstuffwrong]

Thinking abt the air nomads:

What if, after the war, once the dust has settled a little, Aang goes back to travelling, hoping that maybe he can find at least some trace of surviving airbenders. As an added bonus, he gets to do more of the exploring and wandering that he had to put on hold.

Toph goes with him ofc. She only just got a taste of real freedom and it was overshadowed by ever-present impending doom. While she's on speaking terms with her parents, she isnt quite ready to be back under their roof on a permanent basis. The rest of the gaang have their individual homes and responsibilities that they get back to, though they join for the odd field trip or adventure when they can.

So anyway, they're touring all over the world and over the years they notice just how displaced so many people have become. EK citizens who barely escaped the blaze but lost everything; FN military now decommissioned with no idea how to carry on; people looking for a new start in the hard-won peace. Maybe it starts with Toph heading back to Earth Rumble, where a group of young runaways scrounge for cheap fights to make a little money.

At each turn they find more and more people with no homes to return to and no family to protect them; runaways escaping the roles the war forced them into. Gradually, Aang and Toph start to see that they aren't so different from themselves. They just want a new start.

So they decide to give them one. They clean up the temples and set up villages in the surrounding areas (helps to be master earthbenders), where people can arrive and stay as long as they need. Travellers and refugees pass through in droves, sometimes choosing to stay and rebuild their lives there, sometimes continuing in their wandering with a guarantee that they'll always have a place to return to should they have the need.

Over time, the lemurs grow in number and even some flying bison calfs (hybrids with a relative species maybe?), can be seen in the skies. Whenever the founders visit, it isn't the same but Aang feels a little more at home.

The first time someone asks Aang to teach him his philosophies, and expresses his desire to become a monk, how can he refuse? Maybe it's a former soldier, somebody who's done terrible things, looking for a path to redemption. So Aang teaches him, and then he teaches others. And though they may not be airbenders, they are as earnest and faithful as any nun or monk Aang knew before. The temples become filled with new faces: Firebenders, Earthbenders, Waterbenders and non-benders all wearing Air nomad orange and yellow.

Aang always feared that it would be his responsibility to have airbender children, and the idea of forcing that on someone he loved terrified him. Maybe that's why he waited so long before acting on his feelings for his best friend, his travelling companion, his fellow-village builder and temple-restorer. How could they have a truly happy relationship with this pressure hanging over them? He wishes he could be content with the new way of things that he and his friends have created. But he knows that he can't be the last airbender forever...

Nobody knows why some children can bend the elements and others can't. Is it blood? Is it blessing? Is it the land in which you're born? Or is it the simple allocation of fates decided by the values and norms you're raised believing in? Is it enough to be surrounded by the culture and beliefs of the Air Nomads? Nobody knows...

All they know is that nobody sees it coming when the six-year-old daughter of two non-bender villagers from the Earth Kingdom and Northern Water Tribe sends herself flying twelve feet into the air with a sneeze.

[sistertinysips]

Since it's canon that Bea thought to herself (about Ava) 'how can you not love her?'. I simply know that out there exists a fic/universe where Bea is just so charmed/in love with Ava that she adores and supports ANYTHING she does.

Like I'm picturing Lilith coming up to Bea after Ava did the scotch-tape-at-the-door prank on her and she's furious because Ava is legitimately behaving like a little pest and Bea just sighing and replying:

I know, isn't she just lovely?

[wordsmith30]

Okay, I know Beatrice walking into the Prado in shades was probably just Kristina Tonteri-Young’s natural swag, but can you imagine Ava finding those glasses at a shop somewhere and being like, “Oh my gosh, Bea! You have to try these on.”

And Beatrice is like, “Really? We’re going to be inside.”

“No, shh! Just trust the vision.”

Bea gives her the most deadpan look and with the glasses on, it’s so perfect.

Ava squeals and claps her hands. “Hell yeah! Let’s go!”

[sapphicagenda]

Warrior Nun Headcannon:

"Flirting" and "flirting back" are two very different skills.

I think Bea is incredibly suave when it comes to flirting back. She can match Ava's wit and turn any compliment back around on her with ease.

But when it comes to flirting? Disaster lesbian. Has not a clue how to start or what to say and just ends up rambling uncharacteristically.

[onceuponaweirdo]

Y'all, Camila would so convince everyone of them nuns to do hulla hoops and no one can convince me otherwise. 😭😭

[alterumsinealterononest]

After Ava comes back

Ava, giggling: I can't believe I'm making out with Sister Beatrice

Beatrice, rolling her eyes: not a Sister anymore, Ava

Ava: right, and who do we have to thank for that? [giggles proudly, pointing at herself] so like, what's your last name now?

Beatrice: as opposed to when it was "Sister"? [laughs]. After I renounced my vows I wanted to keep the name Beatrice, but I never wanted to be referred to by my parents' last name again. So I had to choose a new one...[looks away]

Ava: and? and? [brings up Beatrice's chin with her hand, so that she can look at her in the eyes, smiling]

Beatrice: well...don't get mad, but I... it's Silva...that's the name I chose.

Ava: [slowly stops smiling as the words start to sink in, then suddenly starts beaming] that's perfect. It'll make things a lot easier for when I'll marry you. [proud-girlfriend wiggle]

fin.

[the0fi]

when camila swears she either says something like “ah, sweet cheese and crackers” or she speaks curses that would even scare the devil and which one she says depends solely on wether mother superion is around or not

[thistleation]

I dedicate this sketch to @daisychainsandbowties.

Specifically I dedicate it to their complete inability to get through a single davy jones au post without mentioning Bea's rolled up sleeves and mage tattoos.

Enjoy buddy 😘👍

[spaceshipsarecool]

Ava has to wear clip-on earrings because the halo keeps healing her ears. She also can’t wear magnetic earrings because whenever she’s around Beatrice, the halo decides to ‘help’ Beatrice realize Ava is into her by becoming magnetic to show off the principle of attraction. Not only do any magnetic earrings end up on Ava’s back, but if Beatrice is fully strapped in (to her knife chest plate, obviously), she ends up stuck to Ava until the halo decides its idiots have had enough for now and lets them go. Beatrice keeps trying to de-magnetize her blades because they really shouldn’t be magnetic but the halo has its ways.

Sometimes Ava and Beatrice don’t realize the halo has released them for awhile and they end up cuddling because ‘they have no choice.’ Sometimes they do realize, but each pretends like they don’t because the other is resting so comfortably and how could they disturb them?

[piratekane]

a continuation from this roommates au 'verse, for @dealanexmachina

This party is loud and reminds Beatrice of all the reasons why she usually says no to these kinds of things - to the lights and the heavy bass and the permanently sticky floors and the press of sweaty bodies. The list goes on and on and on.

The reason she said yes is standing in the middle of it all, arms in the air and hips swaying tragically off beat with her head thrown back and not a care in the world.

Someone bumps into her side and the drink in her hand splashes up against the inside of the cup, threatening to spill over the lip of it and coat her hand in - she’s not sure what type of alcohol is in this. She hasn’t taken a sip. But a very intoxicated boy had insisted and Beatrice had had enough of his babbling, taking the drink and sparing herself another 5 minutes of a curse-peppered run on all the reasons why men really are discriminated against.

Add that to the list of reasons why she usually says no to these things.

She watches someone approach Ava, his body large but his face shadowed by the spinning disco lights that seem to be exploding against the walls. She can see the glint of his eyes, focused entirely on Ava, his goal inelegantly obvious. Ava doesn’t seem to notice, too focused on the music to feel him coming up on her side.

Her grip tightens on her drink and if the cup cracks, she doesn’t hear it over - Ava would know this song, if she was close enough to talk to. But to Beatrice, it’s just a cacophony of noise that wiggles its way into her ear and leaves her with a dull throbbing sensation.

It’s a miracle, then, that she hears her name shouted over it.

Ava crashes into her view as if she was ever not the center of it. Hands outstretched, mouth split in a wide smile, she looks almost wild with glee as she slams into Beatrice. Beatrice is quick, turning her wrist sharply to avoid the contact and dropping the cup onto the side table near the couch she would never even think of sitting down on. 

Ava laughs, her breath sticky against Bea’s chin. “Oh my god, you should see your face right now.”

She tries to smooth out the crease she knows is crossing her forehead. It’s not as hard as she thought it might be, the longer Ava stares at her, smiling. “It’s loud.” She has to lean forward, to say it into Ava’s ear.

Ava pulls away, her smile widening. “Isn’t it great?” She has to shout over the thud, thud, thud. But somehow, it still feels like a whisper just for her.

A hand snakes down her arm and makes the jump from her wrist to her waist. She let Ava talk her into jeans tonight instead of her usual cotton pants. She vetoed a shirt from Ava’s closet, though, and picked something light and loose that sat firmly below her waist line and had no chance of exposing anything to anyone. Ava did not make the same considerations. She’s in a pair of low-slung shorts short enough that Beatrice can see the bottom of a pocket poking out from under the hem and a cropped t-shirt that rests just above her belly button.

If there was anything to be left to the imagination, it’s gone each time Ava lifts her arms above her head. Beatrice feels faint each time she does.

Ava’s fingers dig into her waist, fingers hot through the fabric of her shirt. Beatrice shivers a little and inhales sharp enough that her lungs ache for a moment but Ava doesn’t seem to notice, eyes searching over Bea’s shoulder.

“We lost everyone.” She pouts. Someone bumps into her and she stumbles into Beatrice.

It’s the only reason why Beatrice’s hands go to Ava’s waist. It’s the only reason they sway in towards each other. How did I get close enough for that? she wonders. But it’s the bodies surrounding them, forcing them to anchor themselves together. That’s why, she reasons with herself.

It means she doesn’t have to lean in too far to speak into Ava’s ear. “Mary and Shannon left. Something about being too old for this. Camila is talking to that engineering major she knows and Lilith is…” Well, the last time she saw Lilith, she was in the kitchen berating a boy with a long greasy ponytail who was insisting everyone call him a prophet. “Somewhere.”

“Party poopers.” Ava’s pout smooths out. “But you’re still here!”

“Where else would I be?”

It comes out too plainly. Too honest. She feels a rush of embarrassment flood through her, staining the flats of her cheeks. She’s suddenly thankful they’re at a party with the lights dimmed; Ava can’t see the way she turns red. Her hands give her away, traitorous fingers flexing against Ava’s nearly-bare hips. Ava smiles curiously and Beatrice wonders if she might be granted the mercy of some kind of cataclysmic event to wipe her off the face of the earth.

No such mercy exists. Ava smiles wider. “That’s my girl.”

Beatrice ignores the second ripple that floods through her, not wanting to give this one a name.

“Ava!” someone yells. They both turn and Camila comes into view, dragging along a tall boy with a mop of curly hair. Ava doesn’t untangle herself from Beatrice, curling even further into her. Camila pulls up to a stop in front of them, the tall boy bumping into her. She barely stays upright. “There you are! Where did everyone go?”

“It’s just us,” Ava says, exaggerating a pout. “And Bea and I are leaving.”

“We are?”

“You are?” Camila pouts fleetingly before she shrugs and throws her arms out, wiggling them into the limited space between Beatrice and Ava, wrapping one arm around each of them. Beatrice makes a face as an elbow nearly clips her chin, her stomach roiling slightly at the sharp sweetness of Camila’s breath. “Fine. If you must.”

Ava hugs the both of them tightly, eyes closed as she sways a little. “We must. As you discover changing times, you must have the strength to endure.”

Beatrice frowns. “Voltaire?”

“Earth, Wind & Fire.” Ava grins and pulls herself away from Camila but doesn’t let go of Beatrice. She rocks them back a step, Beatrice’s body moving stiffly as Ava controls them. “Remember to rob him later!” She laughs. “We love you. Say you love her, Bea.”

Beatrice softens. “We love you, Camila.”

The words get swallowed by by the music as the song changes and a cheer goes up. Ava doesn’t wait, moving her through the crowd with focused intention, aiming for the door. They spill out into the night and the cold air dampens the sound of the party they just escaped. Ava is still wrapped around for another moment longer and Beatrice navigates walking backward past a girl puking into the bushes. Ava finally unravels from her as they hit the sidewalk and Beatrice is equal parts relieved and melancholy at the loss.

“Let’s go home,” Ava sighs, grabbing Beatrice’s hand and lacing their fingers together. She throws her head back and shouts up into the night. “Home is wherever I’m with youuuu.”

Ava walks steadier than she seems she might on the way back. She doesn’t let go of Beatrice’s hand, though, clutching it tightly as she navigates broken curbs and cracks in the sidewalk. Beatrice lets the cool air ground her back in reality. She’s going to go home and have a glass of water and try to forget what Ava’s hands feel like pressed to her face and what Ava’s mouth feels like against the line of her jaw.

But Ava has a different idea. Because she drapes herself over Beatrice’s back as she works the key into the door, hanging on as Beatrice shuffles awkwardly into their apartment. The air smells fresh and Beatrice breathes it in for a second, feeling Ava move against her before her body slides away and pours like liquid across the living room to the couch.

“No, no.” Beatrice follows after her, hands grabbing at Ava’s wrists. “No, you need to brush your teeth, Ava. And change into something else.” Ava’s nose wrinkles and she sits down on the couch anyway. Beatrice sighs and puts her hands on her hips. “Ava.”

“Beatrice,” Ava says, voice pitched low. Her attempt at an accent is always slightly better when she’s drunk, Beatrice has noticed. She pushes out her bottom lip and pulls her feet up under her as she wiggles back into the couch. “Come. Sit with me.”

Beatrice changes tactics. “Wouldn’t your own bed be better?”

“No.” Ava holds out a hand, beckoning her. “You won’t be in there with me.”

It’s one place Beatrice has yet to go. She cleaned it out when her last roommate left, changed the sheets in preparation of Ava’s arrival. But since Ava moved in, she hasn’t crossed the threshold. It feels too sacred. She feels too exposed.

Because if she did, if she allowed herself the chance to enter the last private space Ava has, Ava would know how desperately she wants to be there. And that is something Beatrice wants to keep under lock and key, hide it away and pray that Ava will never find out. If Ava knew… If Ava knew that Beatrice wants nothing more in the world to wake up underneath the plastic glow-in-the-dark star-dotted ceiling with her legs tangled in Ava’s and her fingers curled into Ava’s shirt - the world might break into two and create a chasm Beatrice could never be able to cross.

Ava pitches dangerously towards the floor and finds Beatrice’s wrist, tugging hard until Beatrice stumbles forward the last inch and narrowly avoids landing on Ava as she crashes to the couch. She doesn’t have a chance to recover before Ava is pulling her closer, wrapping Beatrice’s arms around her own body and pushing back into her.

Ava sighs, body loose and warm. Beatrice holds her breath until her lungs scream at her to let go.

“This is my favorite thing to do,” Ava sighs. “I love being with you.”

It doesn’t mean what Beatrice thinks it means, of course. Ava loves being with everyone. She loves something every day, uses that word so effortlessly where Beatrice uses it like fine china she takes out once in a while. Ava loves love. She loves being with Beatrice and she loves when Mary lets her ride on the back of her motorcycle and she loves ice cream dates with Camila and she even loves Lilith, when she’s drunk enough to admit that.

“You’re drunk,” Beatrice says kindly, the words like knives in her throat. Because it doesn’t mean what Beatrice wants it to mean.

“I’m tisp- tipsy,” Ava corrects. She shuffles around, stretching out until she’s sandwiched Beatrice between her body and the back of the couch. Beatrice can feel the line of Ava’s spine against her chest as she burrows backward into her. “And you’re warm. I love that about you.”

It doesn’t, it doesn’t, it doesn’t.

Beatrice bites back a list of things she loves about Ava in return. “Ava,” she says quietly. 

She hears a hum in response, the kind that lends itself to the moment just before someone falls into a deep sleep. A hand reaches back, pulling hers across warm shoulders until it’s balled up under Ava’s chin, feeling the hollow of her throat.

She tries again, fingers fanning out as far as they can in Ava’s tight grasp to feel the smooth skin of her neck under the pads of her fingertips. “Ava, wait.”

Ava wiggles down further into Bea’s arms. “Wait for you. I-” A yawn overtakes her and Beatrice feels selfishly impatient with it. “I’ll wait for you,” Ava finishes in an exhale. She hums again, a smile against Bea’s knuckles. “I’d wait for you forever.”

Beatrice swallows back the hope that presses against her teeth and runs her free hand through Ava’s hair, brushing it off her face. Ava is asleep already, mouth hanging open slightly as she breathes in and out. Beatrice watches for for a long minute, wondering how she happened upon something like this; how she got so lucky to find someone so… perfect.

She wonders when the dam will break inside her chest and the truth will come spilling out of her. Not tonight, with Ava asleep in her arms and all the lights on. Not tomorrow, with Ava smiling at her, bleary-eyed and hungover.

Ava mumbles something unintelligible and shifts in Beatrice’s arms and while it might not be tonight and it might not be tomorrow, Beatrice knows it will be soon. She can’t pretend for much longer. 

[tongue-ttied]

my avatrice headcanons cause they’re adorable:

-Ava was the first one to call Beatrice her best friend

-it made Bea’s heart warm and happy knowing she’s that important to Ava, but also sad thinking that’s all she was to her

-Ava wants to know everything (especially little things) about Beatrice so she asks her a lot of questions; she now knows her last name, middle name, zodiac sign, birthday, shoe size, favourite food / colour / animal / song / movie / book, if she’s ever had a pet, if she’s ever broken a bone, etc

-Beatrice learnt to cook at boarding school, Ava can barely boil water

-Beatrice cooks while Ava sits on the counter and snacks on the food

-Ava plays music really loudly in the apartment

-Ava takes a TON of pictures especially of Bea

-Beatrice rereads the same book over and over again because it brings her comfort

-Ava was so excited to drink coffee but she found it way too bitter at the cats cradle and hated it

-Ava drank hot chocolate instead of coffee for the first month in the alps until she found out you can add flavoured creamers to coffee (she still prefers hot chocolate)

-Beatrice drinks a lot of tea, Ava takes a sip every time and hates it every time

-Ava stops to pet every dog or cat she sees

-Ava’s obsessed with cows

-Beatrice has warm hands, Ava has cold hands (i know everyone thinks the opposite but this just makes sense to me)

-Ava always tucks her cold hands up the back of Bea’s shirt to prank her

-when Ava and Beatrice stayed at Jilian’s house they shared a room ; Beatrice helped Ava settle in and then went to leave but Ava shyly asked if Bea could stay with her since she was used to them sharing the same space

-apartment had one bed ; Beatrice offered to sleep on the couch

-eventually they share the bed, Ava loves to cuddle, she curls up into Bea, tucks her cold toes under Bea’s legs, tucks her cold fingers into her shirt, tucks her cold nose into the crook of Bea’s neck

-at first Bea internally freaked out every time Ava did this, but now she can’t sleep without her

-when Beatrice reads, Ava always sits next to her and asks her 100 questions about her book

-after a while when Ava would sit next to her she’d start reading out loud for her, Ava then started laying her head on Beatrice’s lap to listen

-Ava takes a lot of naps / she can fall asleep anywhere

-Beatrice can draw / she totally drew Ava sleeping on their couch

-Beatrice can sing but she’s too shy so she only does it when she thinks she’s alone / Ava’s caught her singing a few times and it’s her favourite thing ever

-Ava always buys trinkets and knickknacks from every little shop she goes to in the Alps to decorate their apartment

-Ava always steals Beatrice’s shirts and sweaters cause she says they’re comfier (she just likes how they smell like Bea)

-Ava tried to cook Bea pancakes and burnt them

-Beatrice got a cold and Ava acted like she was on her deathbed / was a helicopter girlfriend and totally babied her while taking care of her

-Beatrice still has all of Ava’s clothes so she started incorporating some of her pieces into her own wardrobe

-Beatrice still reads out loud even though Ava isn’t there to listen

[random-french-girl]

Hey @jimalim... I know it's been FOREVER but I have not forgotten about this, and I happen to have some time today, so, here are a few thoughts:

I think the first few days, maybe the first week, they don't do anything apart from figuring out their new life (finding the apartment and getting a job and working on their cover story and waiting for news or orders from the OCS and planning out Ava's training). But as they get settled, I love the idea of the two of them finding... not quite hobbies, but small activities to do in their downtime, that they enjoy?

a) Ava takes swimming lessons at the public pool, and when the class ends she keeps going to the pool, because she finds out that she loves the water - floating makes her feel free, strangely, weightless and peaceful ; she likes the burn in her muscles when she swims laps ; and she LOVES organizing cannonball contests with all the little kids she met in swimming class, and splashing everyone, even (especially?) when it ends with Bea scolding her and then wrapping her in a huge fluffy towel and offering to dry her hair.

b) Beatrice goes to the public library at least twice a week. She stays there for an hour or so, perusing the shelves, pulling out books that she's curious about, reading in the quiet room, in one of the comfy armchairs. She also brings back books for Ava - Ava gives her very broad directions, like "i want to read about mushrooms" or "get me the most romantic story they have" (that request makes Bea unreasonably nervous), and Beatrice loves trying to find the perfect pick for Ava - she misses research! - and loves Ava's delighted reaction every time.

c) They both start going to the farmer's market that takes place every Saturday morning in the town square. Ava chats up all the vendors, learns their names and their entire family history ; she makes friends with an old shepherd selling goat cheese, and with the woman who sells honey, and always comes back with gifts, and gossip. Beatrice wanders through the fruits and vegetable stalls, internally making their weekly meal plan as she goes, and allowing the purchase of small treats (fresh strawberries, a still-warm brioche, the most beautiful tomatoes) that she pretends are only for Ava's sake, though she enjoys them just as much as Ava.

d) They take turns cooking. I know a lot of people believe that Beatrice can't cook - not me! I think she can cook very well, she has all the technical skills, and she's used to it too, since meal preparation was part of the collective life at the convent. But she doesn't take a lot of pleasure in cooking - it's just a necessary chore for her. Ava, on the other hand, LOVES cooking, because it's so new, and it reminds her of Mary, in Matteo's restaurant. She's very enthusiastic, and creative, which sometimes leads to utter disaster, and sometimes to absolute masterpieces that she is completely unable to recreate.

e) Beatrice likes to pick flowers. The alpine meadows are filled with wildflowers, this time of year, and whenever she takes Ava out for a day of training, she can't resist plucking one, maybe two, on their way back, and inhaling the scent, and brushing her fingers along the soft smooth petals, and enjoying the vibrant colors. The beauty of flowers is one of the few things she still finds easy to praise God for. She doesn't think Ava notices, because Ava is either trailing a few feet behind her, grumbling and sweaty and muttering about very unfair training coaches, or distracted by a baby cow, or, more rarely, walking quietly beside her. But Ava does notice, and one day Beatrice comes home after a day shift to find an enormous bouquet on their rickety kitchen table. Ava spent the day picking flowers for her, she explains, both obviously very proud of herself, and also visibly flustered, for some reason, and Beatrice's stomach does a weird swoopy thing that she decides to ignore, but she's smiley and warm and fond all evening, and doesn't even protest when Ava makes her watch some dreadful Swiss reality TV.