beheld_beauty | ma bête

Beast seems to be sleeping in a bit this morning. Perhaps he has had a good dream. Belle can study on her own, anyway.

"I'll ask her," says the Beast.

"Do you think she'd know? Or tell you?" asks Chelise dubiously.

He laughs. "Of course she will."

"What do you mean of course? Sometimes people don't know. I can usually tell who likes who else, but everyone else winds up asking me."

"Belle knows her own mind."

"Isn't that usually a euphemism for stubborn?"

"Well, that's as may be," he laughs. "But I meant she understands it."

"Maybe," says Chelise dubiously. "I suppose if she says she likes me then whether she really does or not that means she's willing to try."

"Why do you doubt her so?" he asks dryly.

"I'm good at telling when people like me. Or each other. I think that's part of why I care so much about it."

"Well," he says, "I'll ask her, and then we'll know."

"If you say so." Pet pet pet pet.

Snuggle purr snuggle!